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Betrays you as the dusk is
 Betrayed by one wee star—
And you are of more hardy growth
 Than lady-flowers are.

I know you, brilliant wantons
 That from the forest came
To flaunt it in our gardens
 And put the rose to shame.

SUNSET NEAR AN OLD CHATEAU

Close-leaved quince and apple-tree
Cluster in the long-dry moat
While a milky sky above
Curves and shimmers daintily
As the white wood-pigeon's throat;
Strikes the west a bolder note,
Golden rose of Dijon's love,
Poppy-gold or apricote.

From the lindens torchlike burning
Heart-shaped flakes of gold afloat
Down the breeze are drifting, turning.
—Heart of gold, oh, heart of gold—
Where to find you? For, behold,
Underneath the branches low
Fairy realms unchanged, remote,
Green as chrysoberyl glow.
Green of hazel, green of brake,
Green of changeling poplars souled
By the argent sprites of lake
Or of ocean. Heart of gold,
I shall never find you there

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