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Making twilight on high:—till those blue eyes, unclosing,
Shall flash on creation the wealth of their smile!
Shall flash on creation the wealth of their smile!
She sleeps! and the stars have gone by in their glory,
Nor woke with their wing'd feet the dreamer they met!
And Dian has stolen to tell the love-story
Her blooming Endymion listens to yet!
Nor woke with their wing'd feet the dreamer they met!
And Dian has stolen to tell the love-story
Her blooming Endymion listens to yet!
She sleeps! the young goddess Aurora!—so glowing,
So sweet are her visions, she will not awake!
And silent and swift are the dim lours going,—
But hark! o'er the stillness what music doth break!
So sweet are her visions, she will not awake!
And silent and swift are the dim lours going,—
But hark! o'er the stillness what music doth break!
Behold! through the mist, the fair Hour of the Morning,
With smiles of arch meaning, floats gracefully by;
tier finger uplifted in frolicsome warning,
With song on her lip, and reproof in her eye!
With smiles of arch meaning, floats gracefully by;
tier finger uplifted in frolicsome warning,
With song on her lip, and reproof in her eye!
