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Rh Sweeter, for she is what my heart first awaking
 * Whispered the world was; morning light is she.

Love that so desires would fain keep her changeless;
 * Fain would fling the net, and fain have her free.

Happy happy time, when the white star hovers
 * Low over dim fields fresh with bloomy dew,

Near the face of dawn, that draws athwart the darkness,
 * Threading it with colour, as yewberries the yew.

Thicker crowd the shades while the grave East deepens
 * Glowing, and with crimson a long cloud swells.

Maiden still the morn is; and strange she is, and secret;
 * Strange her eyes; her cheeks are cold as cold sea-shells.

Sunrays, leaning on our southern hills and lighting
 * Wild cloud-mountains that drag the hills along,

Oft ends the day of your shifting brilliant laughter
 * Chill as a dull face frowning on a song.