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By Luis de Góngora y Argote
TO-DAY from the Aurora’s 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 winter’s frost and snow, | |
| Night swayed the sceptre of the world, | |
| Amid the gloom descending slow, | |
| Upon the monarch’s 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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