Gentle angel with your mantle, All of tender green, I was yearning for a vision Of the life unseen. When you hovered in the sunset, Just as rain was done; Where the dropping from the poplars Seemed like rain begun. There you gathered forming slowly Rounding into view: All your vesture glowed like verdure When the sap is new. Then you mutely gave your warning And I felt the stress Of its passion and its presage And its utterness. There you swayed one tranquil moment, Mystically fair, Then you were not of the sunset, Were not in the air.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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