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[XVII. In sheeted gold the river glides]
In sheeted gold the river glides
By rock with forest crowned;
Deep-mirrored in its crystal tides,
Bright swell the hills around.
By rock with forest crowned;
Deep-mirrored in its crystal tides,
Bright swell the hills around.
High over yonder mountain wall,
That darkly girds the west,
Broad flashes light heaven's airy hall,
And stream on ocean's breast.
That darkly girds the west,
Broad flashes light heaven's airy hall,
And stream on ocean's breast.
Shot upward as a furnace flare,
Day's funeral fires ascend;
Then, fading through the hazy air,
The softer colors blend:
Day's funeral fires ascend;
Then, fading through the hazy air,
The softer colors blend:
And as each fleecy cloud they stain,
Filling the sky with bloom,
The freshening breeze along the plain
Wafts from the flowers perfume:
Filling the sky with bloom,
The freshening breeze along the plain
Wafts from the flowers perfume:
And wakened by the gentle hour,
From garden thicket flows
Love-music, worthy of its bower,
Its sheltering bower of rose.
From garden thicket flows
Love-music, worthy of its bower,
Its sheltering bower of rose.
It steals along in softest tone,
The siren melody:
I sit and drink the song alone;
My spirit then how free!
The siren melody:
I sit and drink the song alone;
My spirit then how free!
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