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To change this face of our chill time, that hears No song like thine of all that crowd its ears, Of all its lights that lighten all day long Sees none like thy most fleet and fiery sphere's Outlightening Sirius--in its twilight throng No thunder and no sunrise like thy song. -Algernon Charles Swinburne, In the Bay, 1878 |
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