Description
‘Morning decked her beauty with blooms,
and so filled her lap with roses
that they fell from her in showers,
making her path blush
The hours woke
and emptying on the early hills their dew-vials,
they stepped out dismantled of vapour;
shadowless and glorious,
they led the sun’s steeds on an unclouded course’
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