Sunrise
The broadening of the light is like a strain
Of mellow music from a golden horn
Set to the huntsman's lips, who now is fain
To play hunt's up , and wake the drowsy morn.
Of mellow music from a golden horn
Set to the huntsman's lips, who now is fain
To play hunt's up , and wake the drowsy morn.
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