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XIV
'Twas twilight, such soft, twilight nightAs only Californians know,
When faithful love is forth, and when
The Bay lies bathed in mellow light;
And perfumed breath and softened breeze
Blows far from Honolulu's seas—
From sundown seas in afterglow—
When Song sits at the feet of men
And pipes, low-voiced as mated dove,
For love to measure step with love.
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