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HE sable wings of Night pursuing day Across the opalescent hills, display
 * The wondrous star-gems which the fiery suns

Are scattering upon their fiery way.

O my Companion, Night is passing fair, Fairer than aught the dawn and sundown wear;
 * And fairer, too, than all the gilded days

Of blond Illusion and its golden snare.