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In heavens of rivered blue, that sunset dyes / With glaucous flame, deep in the west the Day / Stands Midas-like; or, wading on his way, / Touches with splendor all the twilight skies. / Each cloud that, like a stepping-stone, he tries / With rosy foot, transforms its sober gray / To burning gold; while, ray on crystal ray, / Within his wake the stars like bubbles rise. / So should the artist in his work accord / All things with beauty, and communicate / His soul's high magic and divinity / To all he does; and, hoping no reward, / Toil onward, making darkness aureate / With light of worlds that are and worlds to be.