Sonnet Written At Four O'clock In The Morning, After A Ball

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Title:     Sonnet Written At Four O'clock In The Morning, After A Ball
Author: Fanny Kemble [More Titles by Kemble]

Oh, modest maiden morn! why dost thou blush,
Who thus betimes art walking in the sky?
'Tis I, whose cheek bears pleasure's sleepless flush,
Who shame to meet thy gray, cloud-lidded eye,
Shadowy, yet clear: from the bright eastern door,
Where the sun's shafts lie bound with thongs of fire,
Along the heaven's amber-paved floor,
The glad hours move, hymning their early choir.
O, fair and fragrant morn! upon my brow
Press thy fresh lips, shake from thy dropping hair
Cold showers of balmy dew on me, and ere
Day's chariot-wheels upon th' horizon glow,
Wrap me within thy sober cloak of gray,
And bear me to thy twilight bowers away.

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Fanny Kemble's poem: Sonnet Written At Four O'clock In The Morning, After A Ball

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