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[Sidenote: Sunset]
The Pines, Darkly Purple, Towered Against The Sunset. Behind The Hills,
The Splendid Tapestry Glowed And Flamed, Sending Far Messages Of Light
To The Grey East, Where Lay The Sea, Crooning Itself To Sleep. Bare
Boughs Dripped Rain Upon The Sodden Earth, Where The Dead Leaves Had So
Long Been Hidden By The Snow. The Thousand Sounds And Scents Of Spring
At Last Had Waked The World.
The Man Who Stood Near The Edge Of The Cliff, Quite Alone, And Carefully
Feeling The Ground Before Him With His Cane, Had Chosen To Face The
Valley And Dream Of The Glory That, Perchance, Trailed Down In Living
Light From Some Vast Loom Of God's. His Massive Head Was Thrown Back, As
Though He Listened, With A Secret Sense, For Music Denied To Those Who
See.
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