When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
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Come not in terror, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings;
Hear now a curious dream I dreamed last night
Each word whereof is weighed and sifted truth.
Day’s sweetest moments are at dawn;
Refreshed by his long sleep, the Light
Kisses the languid lips of Night,
Ere she can rise and hasten on.
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
