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/ I. Small twilight singer / Of dew and mist: thou ghost-gray, gossamer winger / Of dusk's dim glimmer, / How chill thy note sounds; how thy wings of shimmer / Vibrate, soft-sighing, / Meseems, for Summer that is dead or dying. / I stand and listen, / And at thy song the garden-beds, that glisten / With rose and lily, / Seem touched with sadness; and the tuberose chilly, / Breathing around its cold and colorless breath, / Fills the pale evening with wan hints of death.
/ II. I see thee quaintly / Beneath the leaf; thy shell-shaped winglets faintly -- / (As thin as spangle / Of cobwebbed rain) -- held up at airy angle; / I hear thy tinkle / With faery notes the silvery stillness sprinkle;