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Poems of Anne Glenny Wilson
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A Winter Daybreak
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From the dark gorge, where burns the morning star, I hear the glacier river rattling on And sweeping o'er his ice-ploughed shingle-bar, While wood owls shout in sombre unison, And fluttering southern dancers glide and go; And black swan's airy trumpets wildly, sweetly blow.
The cock crows in the windy winter morn, Then must I rise and fling the curtain by.
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