Night and Morning

Low hanging in a cloud of burnished gold,
The sleepy sun lay dreaming,
And where, pearl-wrought, the Orient gates unfold,
Wide ocean realms were gleaming.

Within the night he rose and stole away,
And, like a gem adorning,
Blazed o'er the sea upon the breast of day —
And everywhere was morning.
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