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The sound of
the closing outside door was all.
You made no sound
in the grass with your footfall,
As far as you went
from the door, which was not far;
But had awakened
under the morning star
The first song-bird that
awakened all the rest.
He could have slept but a
moment more at best.
Already determined dawn began to
lay
In place across a cloud the slender ray
For
prying across a cloud the slender ray
For prying
beneath and forcing the lids of sight,
And loosing
the pent-up music of over-night.
But dawn was not to
begin their 'pearly-pearly;
(By which they mean the
rain is pearls so early,
Before it changes to
diamonds in the sun),
Neither was song that day to be
self-begun.
You had begun it, and if there needed
proof--
I was asleep still under the dripping roof,
My window curtain hung over the sill to wet;
But I
should awake to confirm your story yet;
I should be
willing to say and help you say
That once you had
opened the valley's singing day.
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