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Dawns of the world, how I have known you all

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Dawns of the world, how I have known you all

Christopher Brennan

Mar 28, 2022
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Dawns of the world, how I have known you all, 
so many, and so varied, and the same! 
dawns o’er the timid plains, or in the folds 
of the arm’d hills, or by the unsleeping shore; 
a chill touch on the chill flesh of the dark 
that, shuddering, shrinks from its couch, and leaves 
a homeless light, staring, disconsolate, 
on the drear world it knows too well, the world 
it fled and finds again, its wistful hope 
unmet by any miracle of night, 
that mocks it rather, with its shreds that hang 
about the woods and huddled bulks of gloom 
that crouch, malicious, in the broken combes, 
witness to foulnesses else unreveal’d 
that visit earth and violate her dreams 
in the lone hours when only evil wakes.
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