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WAKENING.
By WILLIAM ALLINGHAM.
A GOLDEN pen I mean to take,
A book of ivory white,
And in the mornings when I wake
The kind dream-thoughts to write,
Which come from heaven for love's support,
Like dews that fall at night.
For soon the delicate gifts decay,
As stirs the mired and smoky day.
“Sleep is like death,” and after sleep
The world seems new begun;
Its earnestness all clear and deep,
Its true solution won;
White thoughts stand luminous and firm,
Like statues in the sun;
Refreshed from super-sensuous founts,
The soul to purer vision mounts.
A book of ivory white,
And in the mornings when I wake
The kind dream-thoughts to write,
Which come from heaven for love's support,
Like dews that fall at night.
For soon the delicate gifts decay,
As stirs the mired and smoky day.
“Sleep is like death,” and after sleep
The world seems new begun;
Its earnestness all clear and deep,
Its true solution won;
White thoughts stand luminous and firm,
Like statues in the sun;
Refreshed from super-sensuous founts,
The soul to purer vision mounts.
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