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THIS after-sunset is a sight for seeing, / Cliff-heads of craggy cloud surrounding it. / -And dwell you in that glory-show? / You may; for there are strange strange things in being, / Stranger than I know.
Yet if that chasm of splendour claim your presence / Which glows between the ash cloud and the dun, / How changed must be your mortal mould! / Changed to a firmament-riding earthless essence / From what you were of old:
All too unlike the fond and fragile creature / Then known to me... Well, shall I say it plain? / I would not have you thus and there, / But still would grieve on, missing you, still feature / You as the one you were.