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XXVI. MOONRISE.
(August.)
The wheat lies close in cluster'd gold
Pale as the ore of Austral mines,
For just above the tree-tops shines
The moon, full-orb'd: within the fold
The drowsy sheep seem fleeced with snow,
And branches, swaying to and fro
Pale as the ore of Austral mines,
For just above the tree-tops shines
The moon, full-orb'd: within the fold
The drowsy sheep seem fleeced with snow,
And branches, swaying to and fro
In the faint wind, in radiance gleam,
Each turn'd to silver by some beam.
Each turn'd to silver by some beam.
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