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/ In her vast church of glimmering blue, / Gray-stoled from feet to chin, / Her dark locks beaded with the dew, / The nun-like dawn comes in: / At once the hills put on their spencers / Of purple, swinging streaming censers / Of mist before the God of Day / Who goes with pomp his way.
/ With sapphire draperies of light / Is hung the sombre pines; / Filling each valley, every height / With sacerdotal lines -- / Shrines, where, like priests with worship vestured, / The forests bow and, heavenly gestured, / Lift high the chalice of the sun, / Intoning, "Night is done! "