IN dewy splendor from afar, -
With noiseless sweep, like angel's wing -
Enveloping
In soft caressing shroud, the earth;
E'er floating, like a gentle breath,
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New-wafted from the farthest star,
Come, ever fleeting,
Fast retreating,
Aimless spirits of the Mist.
Where mighty oceans throb, they play;
Some haunt the cataract's wild roar.
Forevermore
They rise at twilight, like the ghost
Of vanished time - a serried host,
E'er vanquished by the glance of day.
Farewell, delaying,
Ever playing,
Weeping Spirits of the Mist!
J. S. M.
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