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SET pallid star, the yellow light
Is waking o'er the slopes of corn,
The autumned woods upon the height
Are golden-pencilled by the morn.
Set fading star, the happy sky
Is blushing at the kiss of day,
Set ere thy saddened lustre die
In the rich rays that track his way.
Set darkened star, the silver stream
That loved thy image through the night
Will lose it soon in fuller gleam,
Set ere it learn a new delight.
Tremble no longer on the brink,
Droop downward, seeking skies of rest,
Droop downward, setting star, and sink
Before the twilight leaves the west. |
