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Black texture of the leafy trees, engraved
On the clear, solemn, pearly blue of dawn;
No bird as yet awake, no star asleep,
Though some look drowsy.
Ocean lies tranquil in the arms of night,
Uncurtain'd by Dawn's airy heralds; far
On every hand, up to the mountain mist,
Fields, hills, and cots, and every forest brake
Slumber in dew.
On the clear, solemn, pearly blue of dawn;
No bird as yet awake, no star asleep,
Though some look drowsy.
Ocean lies tranquil in the arms of night,
Uncurtain'd by Dawn's airy heralds; far
On every hand, up to the mountain mist,
Fields, hills, and cots, and every forest brake
Slumber in dew.
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