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Rh Rising at evening from the wine-hued sea Violet.

Mourning, for a present past That rose from those fair waters long ago. Yet stlllstill [sic] that presence broods upon the sea, And I shall go the gladder all my days Nursing the memory, the sweet regret For that I once have seen the living light, A flame late litten at that sacred fire An emanation of the Essential Beauty, Which burns for ever in the Absolute Immutable, immortal, immanent, Many and diverse be the lamps that hold From age to age the ever-burning flame, But one the light that shines within them still!

Impending Autumn threatens, I must pass Before the swallow, soon to greet again