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But still she leaves the flowery flare --Such as Dame Venus' self might wear-- Where first she placed them, since they blow More bounteous color hanging so, And seem more native to the air. Anon the mellow twilight came With breath of quiet gently freed From sunset's felt but unseen flame. Then by her casement wheeled in speed Strange films, and half the wings indeed That steam in rainbows o'er the mead, Now magnified in mystery, lead Great revolutions to her heed. And leaning out, the night o'erhead, Wind-tossed in many a shining thread, Hung one long scarf of glittering brede. Then as it drew its streamers there, And furled its sails to fill and flaunt Along fresh firmaments of air When ancient morn renewed his chant,-- She sighed in thinking on the plant Drooping so languidly aslant; Fancied some fierce noon's forest-haunt Where wild red things loll forth and pant, Their golden antlers wave, and still Sigh for a shower that shall distil The largess gracious nights do grant. The oleanders in the South Drape gray hills with their rose, she thought, The yellow-tasselled broom through drouth Bathing in half a heaven is caught. Jasmine and myrtle flowers are sought By winds that leave them fragrance-fraught. To them the wild bee's path is taught, The crystal spheres of rain are brought, Beside them on some silent spray The nightingales sing night away, The darkness wooes them in such sort. But this, close shut beneath a roof, Knows not the night, the tranquil spell, The stillness of the wildwood ouphe, The magic dropped on moor and fell. No cool dew soothes its fiery shell, Nor any star, a red sardel, Swings painted there as in a well. Dyed like a stream of muscadel No white-skinned snake coils in its cup To drink its soul of sweetness up, A honeyed hermit in his cell. No humming-bird in emerald coat, Shedding the light, and bearing fain His ebon spear, while at his throat The ruby corselet sparkles plain, On wings of misty speed astain With amber lustres, hangs amain, And tireless hums his happy strain; Emperor of some primeval reign, Over the ages sails to spill The luscious juice of this, and thrill Its very heart with blissful pain. As if the flowers had taken flight Or as the crusted gems should shoot From hidden hollows, or as the light Had blossomed into
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