Rododactulos
The night blows outward in a mist,
And all the world the sun has kissed.
Along the golden rim of sky,
A thousand snow-piled vapors lie.
And by the wood and mist-clad stream,
The Maiden Morn stands still to dream.
And all the world the sun has kissed.
Along the golden rim of sky,
A thousand snow-piled vapors lie.
And by the wood and mist-clad stream,
The Maiden Morn stands still to dream.
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