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210 Shot with faint colors by the moon-rays kissed, Floating snow-soft, snow-white, where these had been. Already, look! the wave-washed sands are bare, And mocking laughter ripples through the air. Divided twixt the dream-world and the real, We heard the waxing passion of the song Soar as to scale the heavens on pinions strong. Amidst the long-reverberant thunder-peal, Against the rain-blurred square of light, the head Of the pale poet at the lyric keys Stood boldly cut, absorbed in reveries, While over it keen-bladed lightnings played. &quot; Rage on, wild storm ! &quot; the music seemed to sing: &quot;Not all the thunders of thy wrath can move The soul that s dedicate to worshipping Eternal Beauty, everlasting Love.&quot; No more ! the song was ended, and behold, A rainbow trembling on a sky of gold!