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The sanguine sunrise, with meteor eyes, And burning plumes outspread.
Leaps on back of my sailing rack, when mourning stars shines dead.
I bind the sun's throne wid a burning zone, And moon's with a girdle of pearl,
The volcanoes are dim, and stars reel and swim, When whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Its ardours of rest and of luv, And crimson pall of eve may fall from the depth of heaven above,
with wings unfolded i rest, on my airy nest, As a brooding dove.
I swift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast,
And all the night its my pillow white, While i sleep in arms of blast.