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! The morning fluttered, staggered, Felt feebly for her crown, -- Her unanointed forehead Henceforth her only one.
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