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THE MUSIC OF THE DAWN
HÔTEL SPLENDIDE, LUGANO
From this flower-girdled palace by the shore
Of old Ceresio, like a casket set,
How many eyes, when dark and dawning met,
Have almost wished the noon would come no more,
The morning woke so wondrously,—before,
Caprino stood, dark purple, dewy wet,
While far Legnone's snowy coronet
Flashed glory southward to San Salvador.
Of old Ceresio, like a casket set,
How many eyes, when dark and dawning met,
Have almost wished the noon would come no more,
The morning woke so wondrously,—before,
Caprino stood, dark purple, dewy wet,
While far Legnone's snowy coronet
Flashed glory southward to San Salvador.
Then all things that had breath a moment stirred;
The roses trembled, every mountain lawn
Moved into shadow-dance, as if it heard
The music of the making of the dawn;
And, to the song of birds, the sleeping lake
Seemed with a sudden sense of joyousness to wake.
The roses trembled, every mountain lawn
Moved into shadow-dance, as if it heard
The music of the making of the dawn;
And, to the song of birds, the sleeping lake
Seemed with a sudden sense of joyousness to wake.
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