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THE LARK'S WAKING.
O passionate heart! before the day is born,When the faint rose of dawn a shut bud lies,
Dost thou not wait, hid in gold spears that rise
Sweet and bejewelled with the dews of morn,
Till the low wind of daybreak in the corn
Moves all the silken ears with languorous sighs,
And the fair sun rides up the Eastern skies,
Clad in bright robes of state right kingly worn?
Then dost thou cleave the air on rapturous wing,
Where the far east, with roseate splendours fraught,
Tells that no more can night enshroud thy king,
Or the pale stars his empire set at naught—
Higher and higher, till the clear skies ring
With the wild amorous greeting thou hast brought.
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