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IX.—Aquarelle.
Far away westward the cattle go,
Dotting the land's dim edges;
Isled in the roseate afterglow,
Darken the long cloud-ledges.
Dotting the land's dim edges;
Isled in the roseate afterglow,
Darken the long cloud-ledges.
Burning each moment with warmer beams,
Moon, by your sweet chaste power
Lull the world into lotus-dreams
While you hang like a lotus-flower!
Moon, by your sweet chaste power
Lull the world into lotus-dreams
While you hang like a lotus-flower!
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