Gossamer

The peerless boon of innocence,
The first in nature's list,
Is fading, ere the rising sun
The world awake has kist.

The early dew upon the grass,
The purity of morn,
The glint that lies in virgin cheek,
Frail cobwebs—of the dawn.
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