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/ I. A molten ruby clear as wine / Along the east the dawning swims; / The morning-glories swing and shine, / The night dews bead their satin rims; / The bees rob sweets from shrub and vine, / The gold hangs on their limbs.
/ Sweet morn, the South, / A royal lover, / From his fragrant mouth, / Sweet morn, the South / Breathes on and over / Keen scents of wild honey and rosy clover.