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Whose curtain falls today at noon
Having risen early at dawn
With the haughty pomp of love's sun
Glittering hot on asphalt lawns?

All aglow from a gas out-sprung,
Shining brighter with each return
Flash of reflected attention,
Mutual gravity fresh burnt;

The morning drags, then pitches up
New stones with old thoughts of delay;
Tides exact placid emotion
Stormily drawn then thrown away.

Not much more than space sufficient
Belies the distance in between,
Small cosmic waves prove deficient
Next to a nova caught and seen.