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[O wind of eve, what spices, steeped]
O wind of eve, what spices, steeped
In some more aromatic clime,
Thou breathest,—as from islands reaped
Of Summer, over seas of thyme.
In some more aromatic clime,
Thou breathest,—as from islands reaped
Of Summer, over seas of thyme.
Thou bearest odor on thy breath
Fresh as the scent of ocean's waves;
Cool as if thou hadst lain beneath,
All day, in dark and crystal caves.
Fresh as the scent of ocean's waves;
Cool as if thou hadst lain beneath,
All day, in dark and crystal caves.
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Night comes, with sparkling fireflies
Like jewels tangled in her hair,
And all around her perfumes rise
Of rain, as 't were dim spirits there.
Like jewels tangled in her hair,
And all around her perfumes rise
Of rain, as 't were dim spirits there.
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