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On a Fine Morning
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WHENCE comes Solace?—Not from seeing What is doing, suffering, being, Not from noting Life’s conditions, Nor from heeding Time’s monitions; But in cleaving to the Dream, And in gazing at the gleam Whereby gray things golden seem.
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Thus do I this heyday, holding Shadows but as lights unfolding, As no specious show this moment With its irisèd embowment; But as nothing other than Part of a benignant plan; Proof that earth was made for man.
February 1899.