710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue Till One Breadth cover Two— Remotest—still— Nor does the Night forget A Lamp for Each—to set— Wicks wide away— The North—Her blazing Sign Erects in Iodine— Till Both—can see— The Midnight`s Dusky Arms Clasp Hemispheres, and Homes And so Upon Her Bosom—One— And One upon Her Hem— Both lie—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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