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FOLKSONG AT SUNSET.
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Down the west, in saffron splendour,Walks the Day; his vast effulgence,
Flooding all the western pine-woods,
Through their gloom makes aisles of glory.
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Far above me, westward gazing,Mightier than crag-grasping eagles,
Huge, like titans of the sunset
Glow three veterans of the Forest;
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And below me, from the valleyFloat faint, thrilling wafts of music,
Voices lilting loud some folksong—
Maidens' voices—shrill, sweet voices:
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Some rude tale of peasant lovers,In forgotten graves immortal
In the birdlike songs of peasants,
Lilted loud by peasant maidens.
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On the wandering wind of sunset,Hale with forest balm, that folksong,
Like the wind's mysterious spirit
Floating, floods my heart with longing.
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