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Rh Beneath the cedars in the setting sun, My eyes were dazzled, in the dying light; She seem'd transfigur'd: gold her garment glow'd, Girt with the living cincture of a snake, Flower'd with faintly flickering flowers of flame, Whilst as of molten gold, a diadem, Sullenly glowing, burn'd upon her brow, And this the message she bade me give: 'To-night, Sylvester, will your bond fall due, And payment be awaited.' Then she pass'd; A dusky moth lured by the endless flame, She seem'd, in the low, red sunset, vanishing Between the cedar and the plumy pine.

What said Sylvester when he heard of this?

He gazed upon me with so lost a look, Haggard in horror-haunted revery,