Oh morning sneaking in
With bright eyes, an open throat
If you knew the night wherein I’ve been
You would see no need to gloat.
Hush, hush, triumphant sun!
Lower your blinding voice.
Can you not afford we sleeping ones
An alternative in choice?

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