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 AN ATTEMPT AT A CITY SUNSET

(TO J. K. Q.)

was a quiet glory in the sky

When thro' the gables sank the large red sun,

And toppling mounts of rugged cloud went by

Heavy with whiteness, and the moon had won

Her way above the woods, with her small star

Behind her like the cuckoo's little mother....

It was the hour when visions from some far

Strange Eastern dreams like twilight bats take wing

Out of the ruin of memories.

O brother

Of high song, wand'ring where the Muses fling 53