“ Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose. From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf. ”
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“ His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! ”
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