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>Full in the middle of this pleasantness
>There stood a marble altar, with a tress
>Of flowers budded newly; and the dew
>Had taken fairy phantasies to strew
>Daisies upon the sacred sward last eve,
>And so the dawned light in pomp receive.
>For 'twas the morn: Apollo's upward fire
>Made every eastern cloud a silvery pyre
>Of brightness so unsullied, that therein>A melancholy spirit well might win
>Oblivion, and melt out his essence fine
>Into the winds: rain-scented eglantine
>Gave temperate sweets to that well-wooing sun;
>The lark was lost in him; cold springs had run
>To warm their chilliest bubbles in the grass;
>Man's voice was on the mountains; and the mass
>Of nature's lives and wonders puls'd tenfold,
>To feel this sun-rise and its glories old.
>There stood a marble altar, with a tress
>Of flowers budded newly; and the dew
>Had taken fairy phantasies to strew
>Daisies upon the sacred sward last eve,
>And so the dawned light in pomp receive.
>For 'twas the morn: Apollo's upward fire
>Made every eastern cloud a silvery pyre
>Of brightness so unsullied, that therein>A melancholy spirit well might win
>Oblivion, and melt out his essence fine
>Into the winds: rain-scented eglantine
>Gave temperate sweets to that well-wooing sun;
>The lark was lost in him; cold springs had run
>To warm their chilliest bubbles in the grass;
>Man's voice was on the mountains; and the mass
>Of nature's lives and wonders puls'd tenfold,
>To feel this sun-rise and its glories old.
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