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Sunrise on Rydal Water ::Here is the bride a god may know,
 * The primal will, the young consent,
 * Till surely upon the appointed mood
 * Intent
 * The god shall leap—and, lo,

Over the lake's end strikes the sun—
 * White, flameless fire; some purity

Thrilling the mist, a splendor won
 * Out of the world's heart. Let there be
 * Thoughts, and atonements, and desires;
 * Proud limbs, and undeliberate tongue;
 * Where now we move with mortal care
 * Among
 * Immortal dews and fires.

So the old mating goes apace,
 * Wind with the sea, and blood with thought,

Lover with lover; and the grace
 * Of understanding comes unsought
 * When stars into the twilight steer,
 * Or thrushes build among the may,
 * Or wonder moves between the hills,
 * And day
 * Comes up on Rydal mere.

John Drinkwater