Where glow day’s embers, ere the night succeeds—
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The Legends rich of unforgotten time—
Azure, and white, and gray enfolded days,
That long have passed away, unto the chime
Of brief on lingering hours, their restful ways:
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And, even now, clear imaged on my brain
Their semblance comes again—I see them move
In long procession slow, with joy or pain