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Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, / So loud with voices of the birds, / So thick with lowings of the herds, / Day, when I lost the flower of men;
Who tremblest thro' thy darkling red / On yon swoll'n brook that bubbles fast / By meadows breathing of the past, / And woodlands holy to the dead;