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'M in your secret Day, to-day, I watched your morning break: The cloud-buds bloomed to rose from grey I heard the birds awake. Now, through your noon-tide's molten gold, Your evening shadows pearly, I share with you the secret told This morning, O! so early.

N the house it's very late, Out of doors it's very early; In the house the gloom is great, Out of doors the light is pearly. Curtained windows, silent floors, Shuttered house, with darkness in it; Song and sweetness out of doors, Roses, sunrise, and a linnet.