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On the great mountain-altar now
The sun burn'd like a sacrifice;
Next moment he had sunk below,
And in the lucid golden skies
A star appeared, and many a star,
In purpling ether faint and far,
Until the mystic rule of Night
Was paramount.
The sun burn'd like a sacrifice;
Next moment he had sunk below,
And in the lucid golden skies
A star appeared, and many a star,
In purpling ether faint and far,
Until the mystic rule of Night
Was paramount.
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