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BIRDS OF THE TWILIGHT AIR.

Birds of the twilight air,
Sing not of love.
Haze of the sunset fair,
Incense of golden prayer,
Distance of sweet despair,
Speak not of love.
Light of the forest pines,
Wake not my pain,
Kindling the meteor lines,
Where, through its serpent twines,
Smooth the green river shines,
Wake not my pain.