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Can it be the sun descending / O'er the level plain of water? / Or the Red Swan floating, flying, / Wounded by the magic arrow, / Staining all the waves with crimson, / With the crimson of its life-blood, / Filling all the air with splendor, / With the splendor of its plumage?
Yes; it is the sun descending, / Sinking down into the water; / All the sky is stained with purple, / All the water flushed with crimson! / No; it is the Red Swan floating, / Diving down beneath the water; / To the sky its wings are lifted, / With its blood the waves are reddened!