Beyond till dawn dooms a fiery sky,
Sloping east, a sepulcher not shy.
Remorse twas night, swift in delight,
And lay the hands, Immortal sight.
A Virginia, hence betrays her due,
As daisy's, withered in the winters due.
And heaven, not black as before,
Opens a new beginning on every sandy shore.
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Author:
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