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XVI. MORNING GLORY.
Amber and gold and amethyst,
And carmine shot with crimson through,
And, quivering in the tender blue,
The fires of Phosphor o'er a mist
Of wild-rose pink—and overhead
The immaculate azure far outspread.
And carmine shot with crimson through,
And, quivering in the tender blue,
The fires of Phosphor o'er a mist
Of wild-rose pink—and overhead
The immaculate azure far outspread.
The unsubstantial hills loom fair
In delicate shadows thro' the air.
In delicate shadows thro' the air.
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