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THE DAWNING OF THE DAY
9 npWAS a balmy summer morning, Warm and early, Such as only June bestows; Everywhere the earth adorning, Dews lay pearly In the lily-bell and rose. Up from each green leafy bosk and hollow
Rose the blackbird's pleasant lay, And the soft cuckoo was sure to follow — 'Twas the Dawning of the Day. |
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Through the perfumed air the golden Bees flew round me, Bright fish dazzled from the sea; Till medreamt some fairy olden World spell-bound me In a trance of witcherie. Steeds pranced round anon with stateliest housings, Bearing riders prankt in rich array, Like flushed revelers after wine carousings — 'Twas the Dawning of the Day. |
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Then a strain of song was chanted, And the lightly Floating sea-nymphs drew anear. Then again the shore seemed haunted By hosts brightly Clad, and wielding shield and spear ! Then came battle shouts, an onward rushing — |
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