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 Earth's Complines

By Charles G. D. Roberts the feet of the dew There came a call I knew, Luring me into the garden Where the tall white lilies grew.

I stood in the dusk between The companies of green, O'er whose aërial ranks The lilies rose serene.

And the breathing air was stirred By an unremembered word, Soft, incommunicable— And wings not of a bird.

I heard the spent blooms sighing, The expectant buds replying; I felt the life of the leaves, Ephemeral, yet undying. The