It is not day, and yet the night is gone, Look eastward—see! that is not black, but gray— Cold gray, hard gray, dark gray; and yet if one Watches it, cold and hard, he hopes for day. Whiter and whiter—see, the night is done! The stars are frightened, and they pale away.
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