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 1 Intro    |       for our great men? 'Every morning at three---I know, for I
 2 Text,  14|      thee to sing. ~When in the morning air the golden harp is tuned,
 3 Text,  18|         low with patience. ~The morning will surely come, the darkness
 4 Text,  21|        all watchers. ~Today the morning has closed its eyes, heedless
 5 Text,  40|    basket is nearly empty.  The morning time is past, and the noon.
 6 Text,  45|     from me for aye. ~In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have
 7 Text,  46|        vain. I fear lest in the morning he suddenly come to my door
 8 Text,  46|         wind at the festival of morning light. Let me sleep undisturbed
 9 Text,  47|                             The morning sea of silence broke into
10 Text,  51|     neck. Thus I waited for the morning, when thou didst depart,
11 Text,  51|     thunder. The young light of morning comes through the window
12 Text,  51|        itself upon thy bed. The morning bird twitters and asks, '
13 Text,  53|     shouted, 'Come with us, the morning is wearing on to noon.'
14 Text,  53|     enfold it in sweetness. The morning hour is late, the bird sings
15 Text,  58| coolness upon my forehead. ~The morning light has flooded my eyes---
16 Text,  61|         streams from the sky in morning light, and what delight
17 Text,  65|         opened her veils in the morning light, will be my last gift
18 Text,  66|        odours. ~There comes the morning with the golden basket in
19 Text,  79|         in a smile of the white morning, in a coolness of purity
20 Text,  80|         work had ceased. In the morning I woke up and found my garden
21 Text,  85|     leaving a dark shadow on my morning; and in my desolate home
22 Text,  91|        will watch at night, and morning rise as before, and hours
23 Text,  94|       at midnight! ~When in the morning I looked upon the light
24 Text,  96|       boisterous. ~In the early morning thou wouldst call me from