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By Luis de Góngora y Argote TO-DAY from the Auroras bosom | |
A pink has fallen,a crimson blossom: | |
And oh, how glorious rests the hay | |
On which the fallen blossom lay. | |
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When silence gently had unfurled | 5 |
Her mantle over all below, | |
And, crowned with winters frost and snow, | |
Night swayed the sceptre of the world, | |
Amid the gloom descending slow, | |
Upon the monarchs frozen bosom | 10 |
A pink has fallen,a crimson blossom. | |
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The only flower the Virgin bore | |
(Aurora fair,) within her breast, | |
She gave to earth, yet still possessed | |
Her virgin blossom as before: | 15 |
The hay that colored drop caressed, | |
Received upon its faithful bosom | |
That single flower,a crimson blossom. | |
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The manger, unto which t was given, | |
Even amid wintry snows and cold, | 20 |
Within its fostering arms to fold | |
The blushing flower that fell from Heaven, | |
Was as a canopy of gold, | |
A downy couch,where on its bosom | |
That flower hath fallen,that crimson blossom. | 25 |
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