Flush and form, honey and hue.
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Still pools of sunlight shimmering in the sea.
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Languorously floating by the lotus leaves.
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Frail rose-ghosts of rose-gardens all in blow.
Such magical melody and color are not artifice or even art with Scott. It is all an inspiration, clear spontaneity of genius. If it were artifice or art it would be confined to mere phrases or lines; but Scott as readily and as magically fills stanzas with the same magical melody and color as in The Voice and The Dusk:—
The slender moon and one pale star,
A rose-leaf and a silver bee