Earth-revolved, even winds that push
For change are slow, urging 'scat'
Our desires in catching up with;
All dawns of them, leapt at.
Of life's new day, what do beckon
Through horizon's rosy blush
More glorious! Those least attained
Love's, against fate, to rush.
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