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CROWNED
The last gold lily in the garden blows,
The long, sweet days pause at their greatest length,
The air is rich with odors of the rose,
And summer's heat begins to gather strength.
The long, sweet days pause at their greatest length,
The air is rich with odors of the rose,
And summer's heat begins to gather strength.
Flushes the pink dawn over silver seas,
The idle sail lies lapped in dreamful calm,
And waits, for in the south the wandering breeze
Lingering, is loth to leave the slender palm.
The idle sail lies lapped in dreamful calm,
And waits, for in the south the wandering breeze
Lingering, is loth to leave the slender palm.
Soars the white gull in splendor through the sky
With dazzling pinions lost in azure air,
Sleep the light clouds all motionless on high,
Or on the far sea line in islets fair
With dazzling pinions lost in azure air,
Sleep the light clouds all motionless on high,
Or on the far sea line in islets fair
The honeysuckle chalices outpour
Delicious perfumes on the dewy night,
The rosy winged sphinx wheels hovering o'er
The many clustered phloxes, glimmering white.
Delicious perfumes on the dewy night,
The rosy winged sphinx wheels hovering o'er
The many clustered phloxes, glimmering white.
Sinks the red moon, a crescent low and large,
Scattering its broken rubies on the tide,
Low whispers breathe along the ocean marge,
As if in heaven some happy spirit sighed.
Scattering its broken rubies on the tide,
Low whispers breathe along the ocean marge,
As if in heaven some happy spirit sighed.
Beyond the beauty of the ripening year,
Thrilling with deep enchantment sense and soul,
A hint of higher rapture still I hear,
Of wonder sent to glorify the whole.
Thrilling with deep enchantment sense and soul,
A hint of higher rapture still I hear,
Of wonder sent to glorify the whole.
Lo,—Thou! The soft airs sing thee! To my heart
The day and night but change to bring thee near!
The central spark of every joy thou art,
The essence of all things divine and dear.
The day and night but change to bring thee near!
The central spark of every joy thou art,
The essence of all things divine and dear.
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Thy blush is in the dawn, thy tender tones
In every gentle sound upon the air,
Shadows to me are the world's crowns and thrones,
For the king's purple by thy gift I wear.
In every gentle sound upon the air,
Shadows to me are the world's crowns and thrones,
For the king's purple by thy gift I wear.
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