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The shades of the gloaming around me are stealing, / The lure of the dusk through the silences call, / While blossoming incense comes mutely appealing, / And choiring wood-voices, vespering, fall.
Immersed in the deep of my dim sylvan-bower, / Upborne on the breast of its emerald tide, / I drift with the gleam of the vanishing hour / Afar -- where my uttermost longings abide.