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The Mists Dispelled

Then the gloom of night was scattered,
     Sight returned unto mine eyes.
So, when haply rainy Caurus
     Rolls the storm-clouds through the skies,
Hidden is the sun; all heaven
     Is obscured in starless night.
But if, in wild onset sweeping,
     Boreas frees day’s prisoned light,
All suddenly the radiant god outstreams,
And strikes our dazzled eyesight with his beams.

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