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III. AT DAWN.
A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, A cloud, and a rainbow's warning,Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue,— An April day in the morning!
Magical, autumn hazes are, And rare is your summer weather,With its purple midnight throbbing far Over lovers clasped together;
But dearer to me these daring flowers The passionate noontide scorning,This gladsome slipping of shining showers, This April day in the morning!
IV. MAYTIME
A mist of stars, a glimmering veil Before the ancient throne of night;A planet like a sentinel Upon the outer height.
