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DAWN.
The sunken moon was down an hour agone;—And now the little silver cloud, that leant
So lovingly above her as she went,
Is changing with the touches of the dawn:
For from the clasped arms of the sweet night,
Lo! the young Dawn has gently stolen away
And stars, that late burned with an intense ray,
Fade to a wannish, melancholy light.
A moment, smiling on the hills she stands,
Parting the curtains of the East away;
Then lightly, with her white caressing hands,
Touches the trembling eyelids of the Day;
And, leaning o'er his couch of rosy beams,
Wooes him with kisses softly from his dreams.
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