  In dreams have come to stay Earth’s golden bonnet of the day, Her gay attire, The dove wings gray she wore at dawn, The ivory of her cradled breast, Her dusk of plumÈd fire, And all her garments of delight. Heavily I grope Step after step, Afar, About this star-illumined sod, Silver with all the slumber of the world, Jewelled with every gem of light, Splintered with frosty air,— And know blind sleep. |
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