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The last evolving hour
of night
The last evolving hour of night
yields with care the day it holds.

That first slim evidencing light
is neutral on the earth, and bears

all meanings weight; alive, it moulds
a supple slenderness and shares

the myth of purpose and of name.
Unspeaking innocence: Dayspring,

new, ancient and awake, aflame
in subtle singleness.

A
Road Assumed
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