Lucile By Owen Meredith [i.e. E. R. B. Lytton] |
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The dimness of eve o'er the vallies had closed,The rain had ceased falling, the mountains reposed.
The stars had enkindled in luminous courses
Their slow-sliding lamps, when, remounting their horses,
The riders re-travers'd that mighty serration
Of rockwork. Thus left to its own desolation,
The lake, from whose glimmering limits the last
Transient pomp of the pageants of sunset had pass'd,
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Admitted within it one image—a lonely
And tremulous phantom of flickering light
That follow'd the mystical moon through the night.
Lucile | ||