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 But this I know not, for what time the wain

Was loosened and the lily's petal furled,

Then I would rise, climb the old wall again,

And pausing look forth on the sundown world,

Scan the wide reaches of the wondrous plain,

The hamlet sites where settling smoke lay curled,

The poplar-bordered roads, and far away

Fair snowpeaks colored with the sun's last ray.

Waves of faint sound would pulsate from afar—

Faint song and preludes of the summer night;

Deep in the cloudless west the evening star

Hung 'twixt the orange and the emerald light;

From the dark vale where shades crepuscular

Dimmed the old grove-girt belfry glimmering white,

Throbbing, as gentlest breezes rose or fell,

Came the sweet invocation of the evening bell. 26