Daybreak

Half a moon is flaming in the south
below clear little stars.
Vague shapes begin to stir among
the yellow-poppy street lamps.
Oblique masses of purple and black
lift themselves. Is it earth or sky?
It is the beginning! - again?
Answer, answer! Huntress who spreadest
vitreous dawn before dawn!
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