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Just as the Day lay panting
In the arms of the twilight dim,
The Sunbeam caught the one he sought,
And drew her close to him.

But out of his warm arms, startled
And stirred with Love's first shock,
She sprang afraid, like a trembling maid,
And hid in the niche of a rock.

And the Sunbeam followed and found her,
And led-her to Love's own feast;
And they were wed on that rocky bed,
And the dying Day was their priest.

And lo! the beautiful Opal,
That rare and wondrous gem,
Where the moon and sun blend into one,
Was the child that was born to them.