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Wake! for the sun, the shepherd of the sky,

Has penned the stars within their fold on high,

And, shaking darkness from his mighty limbs,

Scatters the daylight from his burning eye.

In Heaven's blue bowl the wine of morning brims,

A little cloud, a rose-leaf, in it swims,

The thirsty earth drinks morning from a bowl

Whose sides are space and crusted stars its rims.

Yea! 'tis the morn! and like a morning star

The Sultan's palace glitters from afar,

No false mirage of morning, phantom-fair,

But blue-eyed day throned on his diamond car. 21