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[Purple the hills stretch under purple mists]
Purple the hills stretch under purple mists,
A damson-frosted purple that persists
Even in the valley, darkling there that lies—
No bluer black hath night, no darker dyes.
A damson-frosted purple that persists
Even in the valley, darkling there that lies—
No bluer black hath night, no darker dyes.
The low gray clouds, whose edges are thinned,
And spun
By the sun
And the wind,
How they swirl and curl
And furl and unfurl
Into lawny lengths of snow and pearl!
Now feathering white as the moon-mists do,
For the wind and the sun to tempest through,
Now closing over,
Cloud-cover on cover,
Deep azure chasms of fringing blue.
And spun
By the sun
And the wind,
How they swirl and curl
And furl and unfurl
Into lawny lengths of snow and pearl!
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For the wind and the sun to tempest through,
Now closing over,
Cloud-cover on cover,
Deep azure chasms of fringing blue.
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