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WEDDING MORN

The morning breaks like a pomegranate  In a shining crack of red,Ah, when to-morrow the dawn comes late  Whitening across the bed,It will find me watching at the marriage gate  And waiting while light is shedOn him who is sleeping satiate,  With a sunk, abandoned head.
And when the dawn comes creeping in,  Cautiously I shall raiseMyself to watch the morning win  My first of days,As it shows him sleeping a sleep he got  Of me, as under my gaze,He grows distinct, and I see his hot  Face freed of the wavering blaze.
Then I shall know which image of God  My man is made toward,And I shall know my bitter rod  Or my rich reward.And I shall know the stamp and worth  Of the coin I’ve accepted as mine,Shall see an image of heaven or of earth  On his minted metal shine.
Yea and I long to see him sleep  In my power utterly,

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