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/ I. The quickening East climbs to yon star, / That, cradled, rocks herself in morn; / The liquid silver broad'ning far / Dawn drencheth cliff, holt, down and tarn. / The trembling splendors gild the sky, / Breath'd from her tawny champion's lips; / The clear green dews above me lie, / Their lustre the dark eyelash tips / Of Oriana sitting by.
/ The crested cock 'mid his stout dames / Crows from the purple-clover hill; / His glossy coat the morn enflames, / And all his leaping heart doth thrill. / His curving tail sickles the plume / That rosy nods against his eye. / Laughs from deep beds of twinkling bloom / The lilied East when wand'reth nigh / My Oriana in the gloom.