In the first languid dawning reigns The morning-moon, clear ere she wanes. The sky is washed with cooling blue, The wind snips pearls from off the dew. Peace trembles: violent with dooms, Day, the vast sullen monster, looms, Bellows and bites and makes things fly And shows what living is thereby. On his swift course the bright sun glows, Now ruddy eve, now midnight goes. In the first languid dawning reigns The morning-moon, clear ere she wanes. Time munches, munches, steadily, Munching his way through eternity.
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