Rose-washed stone

That the unseen hand puts on the crown of night

Beside it puts

Bits of white—

The star-jewels like million fancies, worshipping

The goddess

Of dream.

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The sun's golden spear,

The violet cloud writhing in pain;

Golden the tint of the sky,

The tall trees wave their green-gold hair.

Music of this hour!

The zephyr's perfume-laden argosy

Drifts with the song of lutes

Down the sunset-stream that falls from heaven's bower.

Another flow of light,

Tinkling like the intangible bells of paradise,

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