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The dark had not unwrapped the skies / When I awoke, and rubbed my eyes. / The world was full of chirping birds, / I heard their soft, half-sleepy words. / I tiptoed softly on the floor, / I slipped the bolt, stole thro' the door, / And lo! a wondrous world of gray / And silver mist before me lay.
The white dews wet my small bare feet, / As I ran thro' the meadows, sweet / With clover nodding all about, / And sleepy hum-bees creeping out.