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Into the sunset's turquoise marge

The moon dips, like a pearly barge

Enchantment sails through magic seas,

To fairyland Hesperides,

Over the hills and away.

Into the fields, in ghost-gray gown,

The young-eyed Dusk comes slowly down;

Her apron filled with stars she stands,

And one or two slip from her hands

Over the hills and away.

Above the wood's black caldron bends

The witch-faced Night and, muttering, blends

The dew and heat, whose bubbles make