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ANNIVERSARY POEM.
XXV.The moon came up that eve, full-orbed and fair— That sovereign Cleopatra,—ruling Night, And dropping ever in his loving sightHer threaded pearls adown the wine-like air: Half undissolved they sank through shadows gray, Embroidered Mo-no-sha-sha's robe of spray,And caught in Deh-ga-ya-sol's silver snare.
XXVI.All night we heard the river-cataracts pour: Their ceaseless timbrels smote the ear of sleep; Till all our dreams, like waves that landward sweep,Were wild and voluble with naiad-lore: And we were reft of rest, and seemed to be Kuhleborns and Undines, dripping with the sea,Or knights and ladies drenched upon the shore.
XXVII.Surely the water-witches tricked us well! When the carved cuckoo made the morning hours Finish their rounds with song, mid falling showers,
