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The morning breaks like a pomegranate / In a shining crack of red, / Ah, when to-morrow the dawn comes late / Whitening across the bed, / It will find me watching at the marriage gate / And waiting while light is shed / On him who is sleeping satiate, / With a sunk, abandoned head.
And when the dawn comes creeping in, / Cautiously I shall raise / Myself to watch the morning win / My first of days, / As it shows him sleeping a sleep he got / Of me, as under my gaze, / He grows distinct, and I see his hot / Face freed of the wavering blaze.