Not knowing when the Dawn will come,
I open every Door,
Or has it Feathers, like a Bird,
Or Billows, Like a Shore—
Not knowing when the Dawn will come,
I open every Door,
Or has it Feathers, like a Bird,
Or Billows, Like a Shore—
Not knowing when the Dawn will come,
I open every Door,
Or has it Feathers, like a Bird,
Or Billows, Like a Shore—
Portraits are to daily faces
As an Evening West,
To a fine, pedantic sunshine—
In a satin Vest!
Portraits are to daily faces
As an Evening West,
To a fine, pedantic sunshine—
In a satin Vest!
Portraits are to daily faces
As an Evening West,
To a fine, pedantic sunshine—
In a satin Vest!
Portraits are to daily faces
As an Evening West,
To a fine, pedantic sunshine—
In a satin Vest!
Portraits are to daily faces
As an Evening West,
To a fine, pedantic sunshine—
In a satin Vest!
To their apartment deep
No ribaldry may creep
Untumbled this abode
By any man but God -
To their apartment deep
No ribaldry may creep
Untumbled this abode
By any man but God -
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