"Love is rising, rising"; he starts trilling; when
Zenith-hearted detects
The sun of it! When already, for mood
With lark's joy-reach imbued.
"Life's new day is begot"; while being consumed
Of its aftereffects!
Like those, re-awoke in, noon-blazed.
And stumbled through noon-dazed.
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