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 Of deep lapis-lazuli In the April-coloured sky.

When the sundown's dying brand
 * Leaves your beauty to the tender
 * Magic spells of moonlight splendour,

Glimmering clouds of bloom you stand, Turning earth to fairyland.

Cease, wild winds, O, cease to blow!
 * Apple-blossom, fluttering, flying,
 * Palely on the green turf lying,

Vanishing like winter snow; Swift as joy to come and go.