Poems ✍️

  09.01.2026
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Author: Arthur Henry Adams

Dawn

Far in the Eastern passage-way a sudden light;
The stone that blocked the sepulchre is backward rolled;
And down into the fœtid, stifling vault of Night
The naked corpse of Dawn is lowered, grey and cold.




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