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 The wake of color that follows her when May

Walks on the hills loose-haired and daisy-crowned,

The deep horizons of a summer's day,

Fair cities, and the pleasures that abound

Where music calls, and crowds in bright array

Gather by night to find and to be found;

What were these worth or all delightful things

Without thine eyes to read their true interpretings!

For thee the mountains open glorious gates,

To thee white arms put out from orient skies,

Earth, like a jewelled bride for one she waits,

Decks but to be delicious in thine eyes,

Thou guest of honor for one day, whose fêtes

Eternity has travailed to devise;

Ah, grace them well in the brief hour they last!

Another's turn prepares, another follows fast.

Yet not without one fond memorial

Let my sun set who found the world so fair!

Frail verse, when Time the singer's coronal

Has rent, and stripped the rose-leaves from his hair,

Be thou my tablet on the temple wall!

Among the pious testimonials there,

Witness how sweetly on my heart as well

The miracles of dawn and starry evening fell!

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