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SONNET III.—EVENING.
Purple clouds adorn the west,Radiant Sol is sunk to rest;
Eve in the robe of silver grey
Wraps the fading face of day;
The milk maid now her fingers plies;
The weary lab'rer homeward hies,
His wallet cross his shoulders flung,
And at his side his bottle hung;
While nymphs and swains, in meadows gay,
Walk and chat, or sing and play,
And Philomela's plaintive strains complete the roundelay.
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