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AWAKENING.

While the springtime light is breaking
O'er the sunrise of my life,
I am wearied with its pleasures,
Fretted by its idle strife.

Close I press the rose in passion,
Tear its petals, one by one
But the perfume still [[strikethrough]] evades [[/strikethrough]] eludes me,
And I weep for what is done.

Once again this subtle longing,
Fever, nothing can allay,
Haunts me like the dreams of slumber
Through the solemn night and day.

I am lured to upward soarings
Like young eagle from its nest,
I would sweep above the earth-clouds
Seeking for eternal rest.

Is it  brighter glory coming
Driving darkness and despair-
As Apollo drives the shadows
Back into their Stygian lair?.

Ah! who knowest? Who can answer ?
Right at last shall conquer wrong,
And my soul shall hush its longings-
God is great and love is strong.



Once again this subtle longing
That my sense cannot allay,
Deeper than the deepest fancy,
Haunting me thro' night and day.