...The stars’ soft flare
Eternal lies behind the ebb and flow
Of waning day and waxing night,
Of winter sunrise, tremulous of glow,
And glories of the moon as she takes flight.
The ancient guardians of the desert know
Behind all things the stars are still alight.
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Only a brush of white on the peaks now,
The rest of the mountains are brown;
The peaceful clouds look over the brow
Like a flock of sheep looking down.

The sky is bluer than summer days are;
The valley is almost green,
For the sheep came grazing from seas afar
Though nothing of ocean is seen.

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