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Rising at evening from the wine-hued sea
Violet.
Ombrage:
Mourning, for a present past
That rose from those fair waters long ago.
Yet stlll that presence broods upon the sea,
And I shall go the gladder all my days
Nursing the memory, the sweet regret
For that I once have seen the living light,
A flame late litten at that sacred fire
An emanation of the Essential Beauty,
Which burns for ever in the Absolute
Immutable, immortal, immanent,
Many and diverse be the lamps that hold
From age to age the ever-burning flame,
But one the light that shines within them still!
Peregrina:
Impending Autumn threatens, I must pass
Before the swallow, soon to greet again
