WAKE! for the sun has driven in equal flight The stars before him from the Tee of Night, And holed them every one without a Miss, Swinging at ease his gold-shod Shaft of Light. WAKE, Loiterer! for already Dawn is seen With her red marker on the eastern Green, And summons all her Little Ones to change A joyous Three for every sad Thirteen.…
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