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I: As a wild comet through the night she hies, / Her face bent towards the temple of the sun, / With golden hair that on the darkness lies / Like break of dawn when daylight, scarce begun, / Meanders into flame whose flashes run / Along the lower skies.
II: Soon as the sun lifts up the morning haze / She rushes towards him; sinks unto the ground / And, clasping the all-shining Presence, prays / In his first beams: again her god is found; / The startled shadows that her heart surround / Are dizzy in his rays.