When the rising sun is tinting
All the sky with opal hue,
Comes the sweet Aurora tripping
For her morning draught of dew.
There she quaffs the rose’s nectar,
And the morning-glory’s wine;
Hyacinthine honey sips she,
Vowing it a drink divine.
And the lovely flowers regretful
As they see her go away,
Sighing forth their gentle sorrow,
Breathe a fragrance all the day.
(John Russell Hayes)
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