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II.

The west is broken into bars

Of orange, gold, and gray;

Gone is the sun, fast come the stars,

And night infolds the day.

My boat glides with the gliding stream,

Following adown its breast

One flowing mirrored amber gleam,

The death-smile of the west.

The river moves; the sky is still,

No ceaseless quest it knows:

Thy bosom swells, thy fair eyes fill

At sight of its repose.

The ripples run; all patient sit

The stars above the night.

In shade and gleam the waters flit:

The heavens are changeless bright!

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