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The morning fluttered, staggered, Felt feebly for her crown,    Her unanointed forehead Henceforth her only one. THE MORNING FLUTTERED STAGGERED FELT FEEBLY FOR HER CROWN HER UNANOINTED FOREHEAD HENCEFORTH HER ONLY ONE
even, 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! 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. She felt herself supremer, -- A raised, ethereal thing; Henceforth for her what holiday! Meanwhile, her wheeling king Trailed slow along the orchards His haughty, spangled hems, Leaving a new necessity, -- The want of diadems! CIPLE 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 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 SHE FELT HERSELF SUPREMER A RAISED ETHEREAL THING HENCEFORTH FOR HER WHAT HOLIDAY MEANWHILE HER WHEELING KING TRAILED SLOW ALONG THE ORCHARDS HIS HAUGHTY SPANGLED HEMS LEAVING A NEW NECESSITY THE WANT OF DIADEMS
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