The Golden morning brekas,
All the Earth,
All the Air,
Of Love pleasure speaks,
Teach time arms than to embrace ...
And mix Our Souls in mutual bliss,
Let Us together .........
The Golden morning wastes,
While the Sun from his sphere,
His Fiery arrow casts,
Making all the Shadows Fly,
Playing and Running in the Sky ..............
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