THE CHANT OF THE COLORADO
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The moon drops down their precipices,
Soft with a spectral thrilling,
For all immutable dreams that sway
With beauty the earth and air,
Are ever at play, by night and day,
My house of eternity to array
In visions ever fair.
Soft with a spectral thrilling,
For all immutable dreams that sway
With beauty the earth and air,
Are ever at play, by night and day,
My house of eternity to array
In visions ever fair.
