Dawns, dawns, that split with light
These tight and tarnished streets,
Dividing blinds drawn tight,
Displaying livid sheets,
You flood the window-ledge,
But here in mind and heart
Lights enter harder than the mason’s wedge
That thrusts the rock apart.
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