Please, Just Five More Minutes
The great golden
In gleaming rims rolling
Upward like tolling bells
Rousing the blissful morning cells
Some lapsed in dreams e'er unfolding
Prophetic harmonies sung
By angelic or demonic tongue
Dissolving in wakes of light
Swelling ever more bright
Dispelling lingering night
From sleepy eyes shuttered tight
Midst pleading groans and dismal sighs
The golden morning bid ye arise
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