SUNRISE.
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EARLY LINES
I saw the shining-limbed Apollo stand, Exultant, on the rim of Orient, And well and mightily his bow he bent, And unseen-swift the arrow left his hand. Far on it sped, as did those elder ones That long ago shed plague upon the Greek— Far on—and pierced the side of Night, who weak And out of breath with fright, fled to his sons, The nether ghosts; and lo! his jewelled robe No more did shade a sleep-encircled world; And thereupon the faëry legions furled The silk of silence, and the wheeling globe Spun freer on its grand, accustomed way, While all things living rose to hail the day.