At Dawn
Turn to thy window in the silver hour That day comes stepping down the hills of night, Infolded as the leaves infold a flower By all her rose-leaf robes of misty light. Then, like a joy born out of blackest sorrow, The miracle of morning seems to say, "There is no night without its dear to-morrow, No lonely dark that does not find the day."
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"Turn to thy window in the silver hour..."
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