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/ Corn-colored clouds upon a sky of gold, / And 'mid their sheaves, -- where, like a daisy-bloom / Left by the reapers to the gathering gloom, / The star of twilight glows, -- as Ruth, 'tis told, / Dreamed homesick 'mid the harvest fields of old, / The Dusk goes gleaning color and perfume / From Bible slopes of heaven, that illume / Her pensive beauty deep in shadows stoled. / Hushed is the forest; and blue vale and hill / Are still, save for the brooklet, sleepily / Stumbling the stone with one foam-fluttering foot: / Save for the note of one far whippoorwill, / And in my heart _her_ name, -- like some sweet bee / Within a rose, -- blowing a faery flute.