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I was a gloom without form, alone;
I drank the wine of night, forsook
The worldly matters, but the dawn
Me did awake, - this dawn is you.
Thy vast expanse entranced my soul,
I want to be the moon to poise
Upon your main at night and shine
Like this reflex... I want to glide
This crystal of my dreams, this glass
I made of melodies of mists, of songs
Of summer eves, 'tis crushed, alas
Then sun accost to God and say,
"May'st I arise, do let me raise?"
And Lord respondeth to diurnal eye,
"You may, the gates of East are open,