The Up and Rising Sun
Glory be to the newborn December sun
how bravely it drips its frosty shine!
The backwoods bears are snoring,
bleary are the eyes of somnambulant racoons.
Right here and now, where the hedgerow
winks through its own bare-boned branches
the sun that plunged on through
the dim-eyed daybreak, all is now awake!
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