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IV.
TO P. B. M.

When the sweet golden unforeseen surprise
Of the eternal morning on thee breaks
And sudden ripples from the large light-lakes
Flood with swift brilliance thine awaking eyes,—
When the old weary dream of sorrow dies
For ever, and thy soul its pathway takes
Through regions where the heart of poet aches
No longer, nor the heart of lover sighs:—
Then, women thou hast loved will first await
Thy coming; I will stand aside for these.
But when their forms have passed outside the gate
To greet thee on the outer terraces,
That foremost greeting finished, then let none
Than my soul sooner, see thee see the sun.