< Ebony and Crystal
CREPUSCLE
The sunset-gonfalons are furled
On plains of evening, broad and pale,
And, wov'n athwart the waning world,
The air is like a silver veil.
On plains of evening, broad and pale,
And, wov'n athwart the waning world,
The air is like a silver veil.
Into the thin and trembling gloom,
That holds a hueless warp of light,
The murmuring wind on a slow loom,
Weaves the rich purples of the night.
That holds a hueless warp of light,
The murmuring wind on a slow loom,
Weaves the rich purples of the night.
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