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Xantippe

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(A Fragment)/i


What, have I waked again? I never thought
To see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey,
Dull, solemn stillness, ere the dawn has come.
The lamp burns low; low burns the lamp of life:
The still morn stays expectant, and my soul,
All weighted with a passive wonderment,
Waiteth and watcheth, waiteth for the dawn.

Come hither, maids; too soundly have ye slept
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* Sunprincess * 04 June 2014

..............a very impressive write...thanks for sharing...

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