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I. The flush of green that dyed the day / Hath vanished in the moon; / Flower-scents float stronger out, and play / An unborn, coming tune.
One southern eve like this, the dew / Had cooled and left the ground; / The moon hung half-way from the blue, / No disc, but conglobed round;