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BLUE WEATHER.
A beautiful blue day! I would that IWere pure as is to-day the cloudless sky,
Transparent as the spotless autumn air,
That unto Beauty I might be more nigh,
Myself more like her, nobler and more fair
And stronger; low before her feet to lie,
Watching the downcast ripples of her hair
The endless fire of her face, I sigh,
Too happily placed to care to move or cry,
Too happy even to pray or wonder why
I am happy, only knowing that I share
The nectar of the glances of her eye!
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