. Lyrics from a library . ud. r From the oriels, one by one,Slowly fades the setting sun;On the marge of afternoonStands the new-born crescent moon;In the twilights crimson glowDim the quiet alcoves grow;Drowsy-lidded Silence smilesOn the long, deserted aisles;Out of every shadowy nookSpirit faces seem to look,Some with smiling eyes, and someWith a sad entreaty dumb;—He who shepherded his sheepOn the wild Sicilian steep,He above whose grave are setSprays of Boman violet;—Poets, sages—all who wroughtIn the crucible of by day as seasons glideOn the great eternal tide,Noiselessly they

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. Lyrics from a library . ud. r From the oriels, one by one,Slowly fades the setting sun;On the marge of afternoonStands the new-born crescent moon;In the twilights crimson glowDim the quiet alcoves grow;Drowsy-lidded Silence smilesOn the long, deserted aisles;Out of every shadowy nookSpirit faces seem to look,Some with smiling eyes, and someWith a sad entreaty dumb;—He who shepherded his sheepOn the wild Sicilian steep,He above whose grave are setSprays of Boman violet;—Poets, sages—all who wroughtIn the crucible of by day as seasons glideOn the great eternal tide,Noiselessly they gather thusIn the twilight beauteous,Hold communion each with each,Closer than our earthly within the east are bornPremonitions of the morn!

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