 | Collected poems of Henry Thoreau |  |
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GUIDO'S AURORA
The God of day rolls his car up the slopes,
Reining his prancing steeds with steady hand,
The moon's pale orb through western shadows gropes,
While morning sheds its light o'er sea and land.
Reining his prancing steeds with steady hand,
The moon's pale orb through western shadows gropes,
While morning sheds its light o'er sea and land.
Castles and cities by the sounding main
Resound with all the busy din of life,
The fisherman unfurls his sails again
And the recruited warrior bides the strife.
Resound with all the busy din of life,
The fisherman unfurls his sails again
And the recruited warrior bides the strife.
The early breeze ruffles the poplar leaves,
The curling waves reflect the washed [?] light,
The slumbering sea with the day's impulse heaves,
While o'er the western hills retires the drowsy night.
The curling waves reflect the washed [?] light,
The slumbering sea with the day's impulse heaves,
While o'er the western hills retires the drowsy night.
The sea birds dip their bills in ocean's foam,
Far circling out over the frothy waves—
Far circling out over the frothy waves—
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