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Sweet light, speak soft.
My morning lover,
In slumber, does hover.
Hold dawn yet aloft.

Hush the birth of day.
Keep hold silent twilight.
Lead us not away,
Nor to dusk alight.

Patient be, Aurora sweet
At long last we meet.
But not ere he wakes.
With his fathomless eye
I transcend, die.
My soul he remakes.

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