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Rh The star of dawn that knew not human eyes

Dared its inviolate secrecies;

A tear shed by an archangel who looked down

On an unpitying town;

A maiden's dream wherefrom she woke

And into secret, silent tremors broke;

And (O, ye wandering, wan and wayward feet,

Beware that music piercing sweet—

That all too ravishing art!)

Caught in the golden net of the poet's song,

(Pray Heaven there come no wrong!)

One little, fluttering heart.

SONG

SONG

in the morning not knowing

What it was that had set my heart glowing;

Something had come to me

That was the sum to me

Of all human happiness—crown of life's bliss.

Tho' drowsyhead sleep its image might blot,

I knew it was there, tho' its shape I forgot.

My mind was blue sky with nothing but joy in it;