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Rh Recollected of this glad isle Still quaking. But now more fair, And momently fraying the while The veil of the shadows there. Soft Enna that prostrate grief Sang through, and revealed round the vines, Bronze-orange, the crisp young leaf, The wheat-blades tripping in lines, A hue unillumined by sun Of the flowers flooding grass as from founts: All the penetrable dun
 * Of the Morn ere she mounts.

Nor had saffron and sapphire and red Waved aloft to their sisters below, When gaped by the rock-channel head