AUGUST TWENTY-THIRD

The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere

Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray;

And pallid evening twines its beaming hair

In duskier braids around the languid eyes of day;

Silence and twilight, unbeloved of men,

Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen.

A Summer Evenings Lechlade

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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