Skyline Morning

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
This morn the very light
Was itself too bright
I had to look just the same
Even the dust was aflame

The low sun in his rise
Had played a trick on the eyes
Blue-hued distant things
Held gold air in bright rings

In my sleep-leaden state
A fact I must re-iterate
I could not come in too soon
When morn outshone the noon.

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