  With purple shadows the mist measures the infinite sea That spreads her wave-raiment in lavender, violet, gray, and green; While with thin silver rays a lone star seeks to sound the deeps. The breeze-wings tire of flight; The mist-threads weave a rose-fringed dusky drapery To cover the bare breasts of the dunes from the moon's langour-heavy eyes. The shadows die in purple silence; Fades the one star from the sky, As the dark mist puts out the rose-red moon from its deep. Pale gleams the lighthouse light; No warring waves break the peace of sleep tonight Nor a hungry wind shrieks in pain from the lea. Under her heavy veil of black A languid sea sluggishly flows To some far land of forsaken dreams. |
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