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Handsels of anemones

The surrendered hours

Pour about the sweet Spring's knees—

Crowding babies of the breeze,

Her unstudied flowers.

When 't is dawn, bestowing Day

Strews with coins of golden

Every furlong of his way—

Like a Sultan gone to pray

At a Kaaba olden.

Warlock Night, when dips the dark,

Opens, tire on tire,

Windows of an heavenly ark,

Whence the stars swarm, spark on spark,

Butterflies of fire.

With the night, the day, the spring—

Godly chords of beauty—

We the instrument will string

Of our lives and love shall sing

Songs of truth and duty.