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 FTER the songless rose of evening,
 * Night quiet, dark, still,

In nodding cavalcade advancing
 * Starred the deep hill:

You, in the valley standing,
 * In your quiet wonder took

All that glamour, peace, and mystery
 * In one grave look.

Beauty hid your naked body,
 * Time dreamed in your bright hair,

In your eyes the constellations
 * Burned far and fair.