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LANDSCAPE IN SOME OTHER PLANET
The sun, that eastward drops, pours purplish lights
On blood-red foliage by dense woods outrolled,
Till fiercely with long level rays he smites
A towering mountain shaped from solid gold.
On blood-red foliage by dense woods outrolled,
Till fiercely with long level rays he smites
A towering mountain shaped from solid gold.
White gloaming spills erelong its noiseless damps
On sweeps of ebon grass by faint wind stirred,
And lo, through yonder thicket softly tramps
A monstrous mild-eyed thing, half beast, half bird.
On sweeps of ebon grass by faint wind stirred,
And lo, through yonder thicket softly tramps
A monstrous mild-eyed thing, half beast, half bird.
In glooms of heaven, while day still eastward dies,
The dim discs of strange alien stars are seen,
And now—ah, look!—north, south and west uprise
Three mighty moons, two violet and one green!
The dim discs of strange alien stars are seen,
And now—ah, look!—north, south and west uprise
Three mighty moons, two violet and one green!
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