During the eastering of untainted morns
During the eastering of untainted morns,
In the ascendancy of rainbow's horns,
In the first signals of the several drops
That lick the shelly leaves which floor the copse,
In the quick fragrance of tall rolling pines,
Under the cloister-light of greenhouse vines,
In the ascendancy of rainbow's horns,
In the first signals of the several drops
That lick the shelly leaves which floor the copse,
In the quick fragrance of tall rolling pines,
Under the cloister-light of greenhouse vines,
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