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George Meredith - Sunrise
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The clouds are withdrawn 
And their thin-rippled mist, 
That stream`d o`er the lawn 
To the drowsy-eyed west. 
Cold and grey 
They slept in the way, 
And shrank from the ray 
Of the chariot East: 
But now they are gone, 
And the bounding light 
Leaps thro` the bars 
Of doubtful dawn; 
Blinding the stars, 
And blessing the sight; 
Shedding delight 
On all below; 
Glimmering fields, 
And wakening wealds, 
And rising lark, 
And meadows dark, 
And idle rills, 
And labouring mills, 
And far-distant hills 
Of the fawn and the doe. 
The sun is cheered 
And his path is cleared, 
As he steps to the air 
From his emerald cave, 
His heel in the wave, 
Most bright and bare; 
In the tide of the sky 
His radiant hair 
From his temples fair 
Blown back on high; 
As forward he bends, 
And upward ascends, 
Timely and true, 
To the breast of the blue; 
His warm red lips 
Kissing the dew, 
Which sweetened drips 
On his flower cupholders; 
Every hue 
From his gleaming shoulders 
Shining anew 
With colour sky-born, 
As it washes and dips 
In the pride of the morn. 
Robes of azure, 
Fringed with amber, 
Fold upon fold 
Of purple and gold, 
Vine-leaf bloom, 
And the grape`s ripe gloom, 
When season deep 
In noontide leisure, 
With clustering heap 
The tendrils clamber 
Full in the face 
Of his hot embrace, 
Fill`d with the gleams 
Of his firmest beams. 
Autumn flushes, 
Roseate blushes, 
Vermeil tinges, 
Violet fringes, 
Every hue 
Of his flower cupholders, 
O`er the clear ether 
Mingled together, 
Shining anew 
From his gleaming shoulders! 
Circling about 
In a coronal rout, 
And floating behind, 
The way of the wind, 
As forward he bends, 
And upward ascends, 
Timely and true, 
To the breast of the blue. 
His bright neck curved, 
His clear limbs nerved, 
Diamond keen 
On his front serene, 
While each white arm strains 
To the racing reins, 
As plunging, eyes flashing, 
Dripping, and dashing, 
His steeds triple grown 
Rear up to his throne, 
Ruffling the rest 
Of the sea`s blue breast, 
From his flooding, flaming crimson crest!
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