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Songs
of the Common Day, and Ave!
An
Ode for the Shelley Centenary
by
Charles G.D. Roberts
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VESPER SONNET
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THIS
violet eve is like a waveless stream
Celestial, from the
rapt horizon's brink,
Assuaging day with
the diviner drink
Of temperate ecstasy, and dews, and dream.
The wine-warm dusks, that brim the valley, gleam |
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With here and there
a lonely casement. Cease
The impetuous purples
from the sky of peace,
Like God's mood in tranquillity supreme.
The
encircling uplands east and west lie clear
In thin aërial
amber, threaded fine,—
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Where
bush-fires gnaw the bramble-thickets sere,—
With furtive scarlet.
Through the hush benign
One white-throat voices, till the stars appear,
The benediction of
the Thought Divine. |
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