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I / Small twilight singer / Of dew and mist: thou ghost-gray, gossamer winger / Of dusk's dim glimmer, / How cool 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.