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Turning as I sleep, I take
Across my eyes the silent words
Sung by our old sun’s golden birds—
They hope I will awake.
Learning, I have longed to shake
An apple from the sacred tree
That sings sleep into unity—
Before my true day-break:
Yearning, at the end, to make
My entrance in a gown of light
Woven of day, woven of night—
Hearing, at last, “Awake!”
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