That is all!

A sad evening,

And a lone star,

Then song reddens—

Sets life's forest afire!

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With purple shadows the mist measures the infinite sea

That spreads her wave-raiment in lavender, violet, gray, and green;

While with thin silver rays a lone star seeks to sound the deeps.

The breeze-wings tire of flight;

The mist-threads weave a rose-fringed dusky drapery

To cover the bare breasts of the dunes from the moon's langour-heavy eyes.

The shadows die in purple silence;

Fades the one star from the sky,

As the dark mist puts out the rose-red moon from its deep.

Pale gleams the lighthouse light;

No warring waves break the peace of sleep tonight

Nor a hungry wind shrieks in pain from the lea.

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