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1850–1894

IX

Robert Louis Stevenson

Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams, Beauty awake from rest! Let Beauty awake For Beauty’ s sake

In the hour when the birds awake in the brake And the stars are bright in the west! Let Beauty awake in the eve from the slumber of day, Awake in the crimson eve!

In the day’ s dusk end When the shades ascend, Let her wake to the kiss of a tender friend To render again and receive!

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