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Edith Nesbit - Morning
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DAWN in the east, and chill dew falling-- 
        Tears of the new-born day; 
Dew on the lawn, and blackbirds calling, 
        Music and mild mid-May. 
The lilac, see, wins back the colour 
        Lost on the field of Night 
See, the spent stars grow dimmer, duller! 
        Look forth, my life`s delight! 


Open your window, lean above me, 
        Rose, my white rose, my song! 
Leave your white nest, love, if you love me-- 
        Night is so lonely-long. 
Day is our own, and day`s a-breaking; 
        Sweet sleepy eyes of grey, 
You shall not chide an early waking 
        When Night grows kind as Day!
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