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A skylark soars, amidst the dawn's gray mist, And pours her music on the rising day: Like that enamour'd bird has Love up-kiss'd The veil that clos'd him from the world away. The cloud that soften'd his yet-dawning sight Was parting: on his spirit's orient sea A beam stole, brightening out of gloom to light The unreflected glory of what yet might be.