O bright-coloured daughter to Sun, pristine like Moon and In cold hours of daybreak trembling. Rose-faced, many-hued, bearing Wreathes of soft light. O companion to my Dawnside reveries! In unison with the faint Cooing of the morning dove, All in sweet mourning tune, Silently thine symphony of nature Plays, awakening what was, is, And to be.
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