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LOOM upon the Mountain, stated,

Blameless of a name.

Efflorescence of a Sunset—

Reproduced, the same.

Seed, had I, my purple sowing

Should endow the Day,

Not a tropic of the twilight

Show itself away.

Who for tilling, to the Mountain

Come, and disappear—

Whose be Her renown, or fading,

Witness, is not here.

While I state — the solemn petals

Far as North and East,

Far as South and West expanding,

Culminate in rest.