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I am the spirit of the morning sea;
I am the awakening and the glad surprise;
I fill the skies
With laughter and with light.
Not tears, but jollity
At birth of day brim the strong man-child's eyes.
Behold the white
Wide three-fold beams that from the hidden sun
Rise swift and far,--
One where Orion keeps
His arm├ęd watch, and one
That to the midmost starry heaven upleaps;
The third blots out the firm-fixed Northern Star.