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Oh, mystery of the morning gloam, Of haunted air, of windless hush! Oh, wonder of the deepening dome-- Afar, still far, the mornings flush! My spirit hears, among the spheres, The round earths ever-quickening rush! A single leaf, on yonder tree, The planets rush hath felt, hath heard, And soon all branches whispering be; That whisper wakes the nested bird-- The song of the thrush, before the blush Of Dawn, the dreaming world hath stirred! The old moon withers in the East-- The winds of space may drive her far! In heavens chancel waits the priest-- Dawns pontiff-priest, the morning star! And yonder, lo! a shafted glow-- The gates of Day-spring fall ajar! Edith Matilda Thomas
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 10:21:11 +0000

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