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BREAK OF DAY
SILENT are the green looms
And the weavers sleep
Nestled in the piled glooms,
Deep on deep.
And the weavers sleep
Nestled in the piled glooms,
Deep on deep.
Gaunt, grim trees stand,
Etched on space,
Like a mirrored woodland
On a purple vase.
Etched on space,
Like a mirrored woodland
On a purple vase.
Faithful in the dun hour,
Like a praying priest,
Eagerly the sunflower
Scans the East.
Like a praying priest,
Eagerly the sunflower
Scans the East.
Corn rows, far-hurled,
Mist-enthralled,
Vanish in a star world,
Sapphire-walled.
Mist-enthralled,
Vanish in a star world,
Sapphire-walled.
Leaning out of dim space
Over field and town,
Some hushed mother face
Peers, bends down;
Over field and town,
Some hushed mother face
Peers, bends down;
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Veiled in gleam-blurs,
Starry locked,
Brooding o'er the dreamers
Dawnward rocked.
Starry locked,
Brooding o'er the dreamers
Dawnward rocked.
Is a spirit walking?
On a sudden seem
All the sleepers talking
In a broken dream!
On a sudden seem
All the sleepers talking
In a broken dream!
All along the corn rows,
O'er the glinting dews,
Hark! A muffled horn blows
Some wild news!
O'er the glinting dews,
Hark! A muffled horn blows
Some wild news!
Listen! From a plum-close,
Like a troubled soul,
Tremulous a voice goes—
'Tis the oriole!
Like a troubled soul,
Tremulous a voice goes—
'Tis the oriole!
Star-lorn, staring,
The East goes white!
Is a Terror faring
Up the steep of night?
The East goes white!
Is a Terror faring
Up the steep of night?
Boldly, gladly,
Through the paling hush,
Wildly, madly,
Cries the thrush!
Through the paling hush,
Wildly, madly,
Cries the thrush!
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Tumbled are the piled glooms
And the weavers stir:
Once again the wild looms
Drone and whir.
And the weavers stir:
Once again the wild looms
Drone and whir.
Glowing through the gray rack
Breaks the Day—
Like a burning haystack
Twenty farms away!
Breaks the Day—
Like a burning haystack
Twenty farms away!
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