Beyond not till dawn, dooms a fiery sky,
Sloping east, a sepulcher so shy.
Remorse twas night, swift in delight,
And shook the hands, Immortal sight.
A Virginia, hence perform her due,
As daisy's, withered in winter due.
And heaven, not black from near before,
Opens new beginnings, on every shore.
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