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/ The sun set late, and left along the West / One furious ruby rare, whose rosy rays / Poured in a slumb'rous cloud's pear-curdled breast, / Blossomed to peachy sprays.
/ The sun set late, and wafts of wind arose, / And cuffed the blossom from the blossoming quince; / Shatter red attar vials of the rose, / And made the clover wince.
/ By dusking forests, thro' whose fretful boughs / In flying fragments shot the evening's flame, / Adown the tangled lane the quiet cows / With dreary tinklings came.
/ The sun set late; but hardly had he gone / When o'er the moon's gold-litten crescent there, / Clean Phosphor, polished as a precious stone, / Pulsed in fair deeps of air.
/ As from faint stars the glory waned and waned, / The fussy insects made the garden shrill; / Beyond the luminous pasture lands complained / One lonely whippoorwill.