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 Fair and sublime as the face of the dawn is the splendour of May, But the sky's and the sea's joy fades not as earth's pride passes away. Yet hardly the sun's first lightning or laughter of love on the sea So humbles the heart into worship that knows not or doubts if it be As the first full glory beholden again of the life newborn That hails and applauds with inaudible music the season of morn. A day's length since, and it was not: a night's length more, and the sun Salutes and enkindles a world of delight as a strange world won.