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The winter moon has such a quiet car / That all the winter nights are dumb with rest; / She drives the gradual dark with drooping crest, / And dreams go wandering from her drowsy star. / Because her star is silent do not wake: / But there shall tremble on the general earth, / And over you, a quickening and a birth, / The sun is near the hill-tops for your sake.
The latest born of all the days shall creep, / To kiss the tender eyelids of the year, / And you shall wake, grown young with perfect sleep, / And smile at the new world, and make it dear / With living murmurs more than dreams are deep. / Silence is dead, my Dawn; the morning's here.