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 Tinging each altitude of heaven in turn,

Those fiery rays would sweep. The cumuli

That peeped above the mountain-tops would burn

Carmine a space; the cirrus-whorls on high,

More delicate than sprays of maiden fern,

Streak with pale rose the peacock-breasted sky,

Then blanch. As water-lilies fold at night,

Sank back into themselves those plumes of fervid light.

And they would watch the first faint stars appear,

The blue East blend with the blue hills below,

As lovers when their shuddering bliss draws near

Into one pulse of fluid rapture grow.

New fragrance on the freshening atmosphere

Would steal with evening, and the sunset glow

Draw deeper down into the wondrous west

Round vales of Proserpine and islands of the blest.

So dusk would come and mingle lake and shore,

The snow-peaks fade to frosty opaline,

To pearl the doméd clouds the mountains bore,

Where late the sun's effulgent fire had been—

Showing as darkness deepened more and more

The incandescent lightnings flare within,

And Night that furls the lily in the glen

And twines impatient arms would fall, and then—and then...

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