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HAD no cause to be awake, My best was gone to sleep, And morn a new politeness took, And failed to wake them up,

But called the others clear, And passed their curtains by. Sweet morning, when I over-sleep, Knock, recollect, for me!

I looked at sunrise once, And then I looked at them, And wishfulness in me arose For circumstance the same.