I gaze upon thee; And the sun is conquered to me; Thou radiant , stride on angelic transcendance; For thou art sweet to abundence, Every glow from thine glow , Feedst its tattered flow, For thine eternal bright fades not; Yet the sun releeth through the nigh;t Though thou shalt diest through that dark, Thy brow crest each under beam and spark; Every thriving and ever-lasting lust; That yearn resurrection from thine dust. yb
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