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From our bridal chamber, dearest, we behold the stretch of bay;From the window watch the sunset, mirrored on its glassy floor:
Here in brightness, there in shadow, trace the fading steps of Day,
Fainting in the west behind us, dying on the solemn shore.
Splendors on the liquid surface, isles of purple, waves of gold;
On the peaks of cloudy mountains streaks of red and lurid fires,
Blackening, as the eve expires,
Like December's latest embers turning now to ashes cold.
Kiss me ere I lose you wholly, in the darkness melancholy;
Through the gloom that gathers round us leave your little hand in mine:
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Till the stars begin to shine:
We are folded from the darkness in a cloud of light divine!
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