The sun at morn did daily patch
That unique lovely natural stretch,
Made imposing by the initial touch-
Of his diffusing thousand rays
From the sun's boiling golden case
Rousing rusties even to enlighten their souls,
Bustling wind from unknown cage,
Every morning, beckoned me like a sage

Then came my love, the muse with pomp
Wooing the new blooming flowers,
Playing with the dancing leaves,
Glistening with the rain drops on moss,
And singing merrily like the skylarks,
Would she come often, a lovely spark,
To enliven more, my evergreen heart
 

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