Through irridescent undulatings.

Dusk descends;

Mauve cloudlets—

Dying butterflies—

Flit and fly and die

In the opalescent ocean of mist

That grows dark and still,

Kisses away the last gold

From the brow of the hills;

Till the coral crescent

With its wand of breeze

Makes silver ripple-music

On the pool's shadow-laden deeps.

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SANATAN

(THE ABSOLUTE)[3]

Our hopes that fail

Are but truths that set

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