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Collected Poems: Volume One

TRIOLET

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Love, awake! Ah, let thine eyes Open, clouded with thy dreams. Now the shy sweet rosy skies, Love, awake. Ah, let thine eyes Dawn before the last star dies. O'er thy breast the rose-light gleams: Love, awake! Ah, let thine eyes Open, clouded with thy dreams.

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