<h3><SPAN name="The_Spiritual_Dawn" id="The_Spiritual_Dawn"></SPAN>The Spiritual Dawn</h3>
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When the morning white and rosy breaks,<br/>
With the gnawing Ideal, upon the debauchee,<br/>
By the power of a strange decree,<br/>
Within the sotted beast an Angel wakes.<br/>
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The mental Heaven's inaccessible blue,<br/>
For wearied mortals that still dream and mourn,<br/>
Expands and sinks; towards the chasm drawn.<br/>
Thus, cherished goddess, Being pure and true—<br/>
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Upon the rests of foolish orgy-nights<br/>
Thine image, more sublime, more pink, more clear,<br/>
Before my staring eyes is ever there.<br/>
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The sun has darkened all the candle lights;<br/>
And thus thy spectre like the immortal sun,<br/>
Is ever victorious—thou resplendent one!<br/></p>
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