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NOW tender eve has kissed the drooping eyes Of sleeping daisies; incense floods the air, Bowed Nature kneeling at her vesper prayer; Mid rustling leaves the pensive night breeze sighs. In heaven's great garden brighter flowers arise; While throned Arcturus fires the southern skies; Aglow the coils of Berenice's Hair; Her wonted path the patient moon makes fair. Calm whisperers! of splendours far away, Glad messages in golden light ye bring—A heart's desire fulfilled one happy day, In perfect love and never ending spring, Where painless pleasure shall no more take wing, Nor spectral winter close the eyes of May.
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L., M. A Night in Mid-May. Nature 56, 34 (1897). https://doi.org/10.1038/056034b0
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DOI: https://doi.org/10.1038/056034b0