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Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor / From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, / The level sunshine slants, its greater light / Quenching the little lamp which pallid, poor, / Flickering, unreplenished, at the door / Has striven against darkness the long night.
Dawn fills the room, and penetrating, bright, / The silent sunbeams through the window pour.
And she lies sleeping, ignorant of Fate, / Enmeshed in listless dreams, her soul not yet / Ripened to bear the purport of this day.
The morning breeze scarce stirs the coverlet, / A shadow falls across the sunlight; wait! / A lark is singing as he flies away.