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Yes, to-morrow. Early morn.—

When the House of Day uncloses

Portals that the stars adorn,—

Whence Light’s golden presence throws his

Flaming lilies, burning roses,

At the wide wood’s world of wall,

Spears of sparkle at each fall:

Then together we will ride

To the wood’s cathedral places;

Where, like prayers, the wildflowers hide,

Sabbath in their fairy faces;

Where, in truest, untaught phrases,

Worship in each rhythmic word,

God is praised by many a bird.

Look above you.—Pearly white,

Star on star now crystallizes

Out of darkness: Afric night

Hangs them round her like devices

Of strange jewels. Vapor rises,

Glimmering, from each wood and dell.—

Till to-morrow, then, farewell.