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XII.
PSALM OF THE DAY.
A something in a summer's day,
As slow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer's noon,—
An azure depth, a wordless tune,
Transcending ecstasy.
And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;
Then veil my too inspecting face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.
The wizard-fingers never rest,
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes its narrow bed;
