Dawn, here, today.
Dawn in Valletta.
It was indifferent.
Now that it has melted into day
That it was so indifferent we
Will say.
Before night's drear trembled and
With it trembled all
Below the heavens on Earth.
The usual stress and angst
And drear.
Now day's preparing a banquet
That was fixed days ago.
Slow it lays utensils, wrapped in
Drear
After a dawn indifferent.
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