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Rh Ay, but shows the South-West a ripple-feathered bosom
 * Blown to silver while the clouds are shaken and ascend

Scaling the mid-heavens as they stream, there comes a sunset
 * Rich, deep like love in beauty without end.

When at dawn she sighs, and like an infant to the window
 * Turns grave eyes craving light, released from dreams,

Beautiful she looks, like a white water-lily
 * Bursting out of bud in havens of the streams.

When from bed she rises clothed from neck to ankle
 * In her long nightgown sweet as boughs of May,

Beautiful she looks, like a tall garden lily
 * Pure from the night, and splendid for the day.

Mother of the dews, dark eye-lashed twilight,
 * Low-lidded twilight, o'er the valley's brim,

Rounding on thy breast sings the dew-delighted skylark,
 * Clear as though the dewdrops had their voice in him.