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My thoughts have borne me far away / To Beauties of an older day, / Where, crowned with roses, stands the DAWN, / Striking her seven-stringed barbiton / Of flame, whose chords give being to / The seven colours, hue for hue; / The music of the colour-dream / She builds the day from, beam by beam.
My thoughts have borne me far away / To Myths of a diviner day, / Where, sitting on the mountain, NOON / Sings to the pines a sun-soaked tune / Of rest and shade and clouds and skies, / Wherein her calm dreams idealize / Light as a presence, heavenly fair, / Sleeping with all her beauty bare.