Morning that comes but once,
Considers coming twice —
Two Dawns upon a single Morn,
Make Life a sudden price.
Morning that comes but once,
Considers coming twice —
Two Dawns upon a single Morn,
Make Life a sudden price.
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The first dawn is the daily brightening in the east, a natural phenomenon in the outer world. The second dawn is an inner brightening – perhaps an insight or a realization or abruptly solving a riddle. When a double dawn brings outward lightening and corresponding inward enlightenment, life suddenly becomes all the more priceless.