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All day the glorious Sun caressed
Wide meadows and white winding way,
And on the Earth's soft heaving breast
Heart-warm his royal kisses lay.
She looked up in his face and smiled,
With mists of love her face seemed dim;
The golden Emperor was beguiled,
To dream she would be true to him.
Yet was there, 'neath his golden shower,
No end of love for him astir;
She waited, dreaming, for the hour
When Night, her love, should come to her
When 'neath Night's mantle she should creep
And feel his arms about her cling,
When the soft tears true lovers weep
Should make amends for everything.