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V. THE SUN'S WOOING. The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring. FIVE THE SUN'S WOOING THE SUN JUST TOUCHED THE MORNING THE MORNING HAPPY THING SUPPOSED THAT HE HAD COME TO DWELL AND LIFE WOULD BE ALL SPRING
ever heard? Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor! Oh, some wise man from the skies! Please to tell a little pilgrim Where the place called morning lies! III. At half-past three a single bird Unto a silent sky Propounded but a single term Of cautious melody. At half-past four, experiment Had subjugated test, And lo! her silver principle Supplanted all the rest. At half-past seven, element Nor implement was seen, And place was where the presence was, Circumference between. IV. DAY'S PARLOR. The day came slow, till five o'clock, Then sprang before the hills Like hindered rubies, or the light A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east, The sunrise shook from fold, Like breadths of topaz, packed a night, The lady just unrolled. The happy winds their timbrels took; The birds, in docile rows, Arranged themselves around their prince (The wind is prince of those). The orchard sparkled like a Jew, -- How mighty 't was, to stay A guest in this stupendous place, The parlor of the day! OM FAMOUS COUNTRIES OF WHICH I HAVE NEVER HEARD O SOME SCHOLAR OH SOME SAILOR OH SOME WISE MAN FROM THE SKIES PLEASE TO TELL A LITTLE PILGRIM WHERE THE PLACE CALLED MOURNING LIES THREE AT HALF PAST THREE A SINGLE BIRD UNTO A SILENT SKY PROPOUNDED BUT A SINGLE TERM OF CAUTIOUS MELODY AT HALF PAST FOUR EXPERIMENT HAD SUBJUGATED TEST AND LO HER SILVER PRINCIPLE SUPPLANTED ALL THE REST AT HALF PAST SEVEN ELEMENT NOR IMPLEMENT WAS SEEN AND PLACE WAS WHERE THE PRESENCE WAS CIRCUMFERENCE BETWEEN FOUR DAY'S PARLOUR THE DAY CAME SLOW TILL FIVE O'CLOCK THEN SPRANG BEFORE THE HILLS LIKE HINDERED RUBIES O'ER THE LIGHT A SUDDEN MUSKET SPILLS THE PURPLE COULD NOT KEEP THE EAST THE SUNRISE SHOOK FROM FOLD LIKE BREADTHS OF TOPAZ PACKED A NIGHT THE LADY JUST UNROLLED THE HAPPY WINDS THEIR TIMBRELS TOOK THE BIRDS IN DOCILE ROWS ARRANGED THEMSELVES AROUND THEIR PRINCE THE WIND IS PRINCE OF THOSE THE ORCHARD SPARKLED LIKE A JEW HOW MIGHTY TWAS TO STAY A GUEST IN THIS STUPENDOUS PLACE THE PARLOR OF THE DAY
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