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IN RUIN.
The lake's soft breast of waveless glass
Is kissed by shadows as they pass;
The great hills lift their regal brows,
Like priests at vespers making vows.
Is kissed by shadows as they pass;
The great hills lift their regal brows,
Like priests at vespers making vows.
The Orient bright and brighter burns,
The primrose tint to crimson turns;
A flash of silver, touched with gold,
Leaps up the sky-steeps, fold on fold.
The primrose tint to crimson turns;
A flash of silver, touched with gold,
Leaps up the sky-steeps, fold on fold.
And, lo! in state, like throned queen,
Through sable distance swims serene
The royal moon, while in their cars
Of gold ride on the glittering stars.
Through sable distance swims serene
The royal moon, while in their cars
Of gold ride on the glittering stars.
IN RUIN.
It stands there on the green hillside,
Covered with roses like a bride;
And round its chimneys tall elm-trees
Whisper their vows, and shake their leaves,—
A low brown house, with windows tall,
And gables where quaint shadows fall.
Covered with roses like a bride;
And round its chimneys tall elm-trees
Whisper their vows, and shake their leaves,—
A low brown house, with windows tall,
And gables where quaint shadows fall.
The lily blooms, and mottled pinks
Crowd round the ruined fountain's brinks,
Kissing decay with crimson lips,—
Putting the gloom in gay eclipse;
But no fair hands of happy girls
Gather the flowers to deck their curls.
Crowd round the ruined fountain's brinks,
Kissing decay with crimson lips,—
Putting the gloom in gay eclipse;
But no fair hands of happy girls
Gather the flowers to deck their curls.
