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There is a fading inward of the day,

And all the pansy sunset clasps one star;

The twilight acres, eastward, glimmer gray,

While all the world to westward smoulders far.

Now to your glass will you pass for the last time?

Pass! humming some ballad, I know.

Here where I wait it is late and is past time—

Late! and the moments are slow, are slow.

There is a drawing downward of the night;

The bridegroom Heaven bends down to kiss the moon:

Above, the heights hang silver in her light;

Below, the vales stretch purple, deep with June.

There in the dew is it you hiding lawny?

You? or a moth in the vines?—

You!—by your hand! where the band twinkles tawny!

You!—by your ring, like a glow-worm that shines!