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N the blue, cloudless heaven

A single star,

Lone torch and lamp of even,

Burning afar;

Not with the radiance tender

Of other stars,

But with insistent splendor,—

Celestial Mars!

Above the summits hoary

Of ancient hills,

It yet pours out a glory

On lakes and rills,

As when Selene passes

Across the night

And her fair image glasses,

Leaving its light.