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DAWN
Dun-grey and high the morning lies,And light spreads widely through the skies,
And o'er the sloping fields of corn
Gentle and sleeping lies the morn;
And through the grain one's walk may go
And not a dewdrop moist the shoe,
For not a blade or leaflet green
Deckt with a single drop is seen;
The deepest woodland path is dry
And not a cloud is in the sky,
And yet the dun spreads far away
As if 'twas all a cloud of grey.
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