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Midsummer's fairest day was near its end,
The hot land panting for the cool of night,
When from the doon Cuhoolin wandered forth,
And I beside him, tow'rds the evening star.
We came to the lake's brink and ling'ring stood
Watching the marvel of the sunset sky:
Field beyond field of radiance delicate
High in the upper heaven and nearer earth
The jewelled dust from the sun's chariot wheels
O'er him an arch of triumph: suddenly
It seemed that, from the glow, two brightest clouds
Took swiftest motion tow'rds us, as they came
Into the glooming east, where the sun's day
Was failing, scattering dazzling day renewed:
But nearer seen they were not clouds, but birds,
That slowly sinking earthwards on the lake
Alighted, sending through the quivering wave
Pulses of golden joy.
The hot land panting for the cool of night,
When from the doon Cuhoolin wandered forth,
And I beside him, tow'rds the evening star.
We came to the lake's brink and ling'ring stood
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Field beyond field of radiance delicate
High in the upper heaven and nearer earth
The jewelled dust from the sun's chariot wheels
O'er him an arch of triumph: suddenly
It seemed that, from the glow, two brightest clouds
Took swiftest motion tow'rds us, as they came
Into the glooming east, where the sun's day
Was failing, scattering dazzling day renewed:
But nearer seen they were not clouds, but birds,
That slowly sinking earthwards on the lake
Alighted, sending through the quivering wave
Pulses of golden joy.
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