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Blazing in gold and quenching in purple, / Leaping like leopards to the sky, / Then at the feet of the old horizon / Laying her spotted face, to die;
Stooping as low as the otter's window, / Touching the roof and tinting the barn, / Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, -- / And the juggler of day is gone!