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The sundawn fills the land	A
Full as a feaster's hand	A
Fills full with bloom of bland	A
Bright wine his cup	B
Flows full to flood that fills	C
From the arch of air it thrills	C
Those rust red iron hills	C
With morning up	B
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Dawn as a panther springs	D
With fierce and fire fledged wings	D
Leaps on the land that rings	D
From her bright feet	E
Through all its lava black	F
Cones that cast answer back	F
And cliffs of footless track	F
Where thunders meet	E
	-
The light speaks wide and loud	G
From deeps blown clean of cloud	G
As though day's heart were proud	G
And heaven's were glad	H
The towers brown striped and grey	I
Take fire from heaven of day	I
As though the prayers they pray	I
Their answers had	H
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Higher in these high first hours	J
Wax all the keen church towers	J
And higher all hearts of ours	J
Than the old hills' crown	K
Higher than the pillared height	L
Of that strange cliff side bright	L
With basalt towers whose might	L
Strong time bows down	K
	-
And the old fierce ruin there	M
Of the old wild princes' lair	M
Whose blood in mine hath share	M
Gapes gaunt and great	N
Toward heaven that long ago	O
Watched all the wan land's woe	O
Whereon the wind would blow	O
Of their bleak hate	N
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Dead are those deeds but yet	P
Their memory seems to fret	P
Lands that might else forget	P
That old world's brand	A
Dead all their sins and days	Q
Yet in this red clime's rays	Q
Some fiery memory stays	Q
That sears their land	A

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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