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is a solemn evening, golden-clear—
 * The Alpine summits flame with rose-lit snow
 * And headlands purpling on wide seas below,

And clouds and woods and arid rocks appear Dissolving in the sun's own atmosphere
 * And vast circumference of light, whose slow
 * Transfiguration—glow and after-glow—

Turns twilight earth to a more luminous sphere.

Oh heart, I ask, seeing that the orb of day Has sunk below, yet left to sky and sea
 * His glory's spiritual after-shine:

I ask if Love, whose sun hath set for thee, May not touch grief with his memorial ray,
 * And lend to loss itself a joy divine?