This morn rose I
And
Thankful am I
That as the Dawn
This Dawn rose I:
Others rose not
Though I put forth an Immortality:
Ah! sore heart!
Sad heart!
I carry with me
In me
The universe in this misery:
In this obscurity,
Will rest I.
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