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Tomorn will be the day of primal Aether's earliest spousal-sleep:

Then from ichor dropped from heaven, and from foambells of the deep,

Mid the hyaline sea-maidens, mid the steeds whose feet are twain,

Aether wrought Dione, wave-like Goddess, from the nuptial rain.

Tomorn who ne'er hath loved shall love, and who hath loved shall love tomorn.

She it is that paints the crimson-flushing year with blossom-gems,

She that by the breathings of the west-wind lures from quickened stems

Swelling buds to break in glowing clusters, she that sprinkles spray

Of the glistering dews the night-airs drop along their viewless way.

Tomorn who ne'er hath loved shall love, and who hath loved shall love tomorn.

Flash the dewdrop-tears that tremble ere with their own weight they fall:

Headlong dropping never breaks in earthward flight each crystal ball.