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The Sunjust touched the Morning
The MorningHappy thing
Supposed that He had come to dwell
And Life would all be Spring!
She felt herself supremer
A RaisedEthereal Thing!
Henceforthfor HerWhat Holiday!
MeanwhileHer wheeling King
Trailedslowalong the Orchards
His haughtyspangled Hems
Leaving a new necessity!
The want of Diadems!
The Morningflutteredstaggered
Felt feeblyfor Her Crown
Her unanointed forehead
HenceforthHer only One!
