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All night the pool held mysteries,

Vague depths of night that lay in dream,

Where phantoms of the pale-white stars

Wandered, with darkness-tangled gleam.

And now it holds the limpid light

And shadeless azure of the skies,

Wherein, like some enclaspèd gem,

The morning's golden glamour lies.