Savage ruby rising sun, portent of a day begun;
pouring forth a crimsoned world,
the jeweled chorus now unfurled.
On leaf and blade there sparks the song,
Oh, hear it now, t'will soon be gone.
Thou phantom youth, I held your lie,
How soon is come my parting sigh.
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