“ Time's cupped hands hold/No place so lenient, so calm as this. The moment after suffering, it is like/A sunlit clearing after densest wood. Bright by antithesis./One sits upon a stump to get one's bearing/And to admire such evidence of day. ”
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“ There will be something anguish or elation that is peculiar to this day alone. I rise from sleep and say: hail to the morning! come down to me, my beautiful unknown. ”
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“ Time's cupped hands hold/No place so lenient, so calm as this. The moment after suffering, it is like/A sunlit clearing after densest wood. Bright by antithesis./One sits upon a stump to get one's bearing/And to admire such evidence of day. ”
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“ There will be something anguish or elation that is peculiar to this day alone. I rise from sleep and say: hail to the morning! come down to me, my beautiful unknown. ”
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“ There will be something anguish or elation that is peculiar to this day alone. I rise from sleep and say: hail to the morning! come down to me, my beautiful unknown. ”
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“ Time's cupped hands hold/No place so lenient, so calm as this. The moment after suffering, it is like/A sunlit clearing after densest wood. Bright by antithesis./One sits upon a stump to get one's bearing/And to admire such evidence of day. ”
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“ There will be something anguish or elation that is peculiar to this day alone. I rise from sleep and say: hail to the morning! come down to me, my beautiful unknown. ”
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“ There will be something anguish or elation that is peculiar to this day alone. I rise from sleep and say: hail to the morning! come down to me, my beautiful unknown. ”
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“ There will be something anguish or elation that is peculiar to this day alone. I rise from sleep and say: hail to the morning! come down to me, my beautiful unknown. ”
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“ There will be something anguish or elation that is peculiar to this day alone. I rise from sleep and say: hail to the morning! come down to me, my beautiful unknown. ”
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