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—'Twas the red hue of twilight's hour That lighted up the forest bower; Where that sad Pleiad look'd her last. The white wave of his plume is past; She raised her listening head in vain, To catch his echoing step again; Then bow'd her face upon her hand, And once or twice a burning tear Wander'd beyond their white command, And mingled with the waters clear. 'Tis said that ever from that day Those waters caught their diamond ray. —The evening shades closed o'er the sky, The night winds sang their melody: They seem'd to rouse her from the dream That chain'd her by that lonely stream.