Morn like a thousand shining spears Terrible in the East appears. O hide me, leaves of lovely gloom, Where the young Dreams like lilies bloom! What is this music that I lose Now, in a world of fading clues? What wonders from beyond the seas And wild Arabian fragrancies? In vain I turn me back to where Stars made a palace of the air. In vain I hide my face away From the too bright invading Day. That which is come requires of me My utter truth and mystery. Return, you dreams, return to Night: My lover is the armèd Light.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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