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When the morning white and rosy breaks, / With the gnawing Ideal, upon the debauchee, / By the power of a strange decree, / Within the sotted beast an Angel wakes.
The mental Heaven's inaccessible blue, / For wearied mortals that still dream and mourn, / Expands and sinks; towards the chasm drawn. / Thus, cherished goddess, Being pure and true --