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The amber west had just a surge Of crimson on its utmost verge; And on the east were piled up banks Where darkness gather'd with her ranks Of clouds, and in the midst a zone Of white with transient brightness shone From the young moon, who scarcely yet Had donn'd her lighted coronet.

With look turn'd to the closing day, As he watch'd every hue decay, Sat ; and a passer by Had envied him his reverie;— But nearer look had scann'd his brow, And started at its fiery glow, As if the temples' burning swell Had made their pulses visible.