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The brilliant west is glowing,
With sunset’s farewell ray;
The silver waves are flowing,
On to the distant sea;
With sunset’s farewell ray;
The silver waves are flowing,
On to the distant sea;
The pale bright stars are keeping
Their watch through night’s still hours;
The dews in joy are weeping
Above the new-born flowers;
Their watch through night’s still hours;
The dews in joy are weeping
Above the new-born flowers;
The city’s hum is dying
Upon the perfumed breeze,
That wanders, softly sighing,
Among the flower-crowned trees.
Upon the perfumed breeze,
That wanders, softly sighing,
Among the flower-crowned trees.
But my vagrant thoughts are roaming
To loved ones far away;
I heed not twilight’s coming,
Nor flowers, nor winds at play.
To loved ones far away;
I heed not twilight’s coming,
Nor flowers, nor winds at play.
