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AT DAWN

With the breath of dawn

Cooling thy feverish brow,

And the fading of the last footfall of the stars

No kiss can I bring to thy bedside,

Nor caresses of cooling fire, my sweet.

Yet through this dreamful silence

That writes on the rim of the golden light

The story of our love

With most eloquent poignancy,

More love we pour into each other

Than the tryst of an eternal night.

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From her many-colored bow Nature

Has hurled her silver arrows of rain

And slain the hosts of Dark.

Jeweled with a single star, the Moon

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