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On the Bright Shore
low voice, as if to herself, "Great, marvellous, beloved sun!"
Then silence followed. The calm ruddy light was falling on the faces of both. The sun was setting in genuine majesty and grandeur. Beneath it, slender clouds, recently blown asunder, took on the forms of palm lilies, and were gleaming like gold. The sea along the shore was sunk in shadow; farther out, in open spaces, lay a boundless light. In the valley the motionless cypress-trees were outlined sharply on the lily-colored background of the sky.
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