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CREPUSCLE
CREPUSCLE
The sunset-gonfalons are furledOn plains of evening, broad and pale,And, wov'n athwart the waning world,The air is like a silver veil.
Into the thin and trembling gloom,That holds a hueless warp of light,The murmuring wind on a slow loom,Weaves the rich purples of the night.
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