splendour of ended day,
floating and filling,
hour prophetic, roiling hour
resuming the past, inflating
my heart with divinest things,
you --o earth and life and all--
till last ray gleams,
i sing.
open song
of my soul rides
gladness, eyes of my soul
bestow perfection, natural
spirit's faithful praisings, testify,
celebrate forever this triumph
of wings.
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