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A SUNSET.
Sink down, oh sun! in throbbing mists of gold—Bid earth melt into Heaven beneath thy rays—
Veil the far mountains with thy violet haze,
And in the mantle of thy glory fold
Me, too, for I am cast in Nature's mould
Even as these: thy floods of living light,
Thy purple waves mysteriously bright
Beat through my breast in ecstasy untold:
Aye and in me thy showers of stormlight flow
From clouds of flame: mine, too, the after doom
Of more than mortal beauty—mine the woe
That wakes to being in the very womb
Of kindled rapture: mine the dying glow,
The dusk of twilight and the gathering gloom.
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