SONGS OF COLOR
The petals frail
Of the wind-flower,
The anemone,
In their purity
Like a snowy shower
Are toss'd by the gale.
Of the wind-flower,
The anemone,
In their purity
Like a snowy shower
Are toss'd by the gale.
And the gods withdrawn
In the fragrant grove,
With limbs that are bright
In the fading night
As the wings of a dove,
Are whiter than dawn.
In the fragrant grove,
With limbs that are bright
In the fading night
As the wings of a dove,
Are whiter than dawn.
III
AZURE
Frail as the dreams that are straying
In the shadowy borders of sleep,
Pale as the mists that are playing
In the dawn on the face of the deep;
Thou spreadest thy veil over heaven
Translucent and azure; at even
Lo! the hills in thy magical keep.
In the shadowy borders of sleep,
Pale as the mists that are playing
In the dawn on the face of the deep;
Thou spreadest thy veil over heaven
Translucent and azure; at even
Lo! the hills in thy magical keep.
Then, on the shadowy margent
With the sea and the heavens to view,
There, in a glimmer of argent
My soul is awaken'd anew.
With the sea and the heavens to view,
There, in a glimmer of argent
My soul is awaken'd anew.
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