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232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwell— And Life would all be Spring! She felt herself supremer— A Raised—Ethereal Thing! Henceforth—for Her—What Holiday! Meanwhile—Her wheeling King— Trailed—slow—along the Orchards— His haughty—spangled Hems— Leaving a new necessity! The want of Diadems! The Morning—fluttered—staggered— Felt feebly—for Her Crown— Her unanointed forehead— Henceforth—Her only One!
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