Seeking remoter valleys long hath gone,

Not yet hath come her sister of the dawn.

Silence and coolness now the earth enfold:

Jewels of glittering green, long mists of gold,

Hazes of nebulous silver veil the height,

And shake in tremors through the shadowy night.

Heard through the stillness, as in whispered words,

The wandering God-guided wings of birds

Ruffle the dark. The little lives that lie

Deep hid in grass join in a long-drawn sigh

More softly still; and unheard through the blue

The falling of innumerable dew,

Lifts with grey fingers all the leaves that lay

Burned in the heat of the consuming day.

The lawns and lakes lie in this night of love,

Admitted to the majesty above.

Earth with the starry company hath part;

The waters hold all heaven within their heart,

And glimmer o'er with wave-lips everywhere

Lifted to meet the angel lips of air.

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