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Out of the west when the sun was dying / Clouds of white wings came flying, flying, / Wheeling and whirling they swept away / Into the heart of the eastern gray; / But one white dove came straight to my breast / Out of the west.
Into the west when the dawn was pearly / Clouds of white wings went, dewy-early, / Straight from the world of the waning stars; / O beating pinions! O prison bars! / My dove flies free no more with the rest / Into the west.