Spheres as Sweet as Sun: Day Twenty-Nine

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In morning rise, her spheres as sweet as sun,
That breathless sing with softest lips caress,
Hard alabaster, edged in foreign tongue,
And complex lines still other tongue's possess.

I’m up with dawning's wake of her first sight,
In morning rise, her spheres as sweet as sun,
And in her circled smiles I spend my night,
In cultured gifts, that end what love's begun.

How quick her morning rush with words undone
That comes in waves from visions' true express,
In morning rise, her spheres as sweet as sun.
That wash, the soul of wanton Love’s confess.

As my dawn’s stand brings subtle gifts for her,
She loves to gaze, as love’s before her's done.
And in my wake, her loving gifts concur,
In morning rise, her spheres as sweet as sun.

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