<SPAN name="XXIX"></SPAN>XXIX<br/>
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This fair garden flowering to flame,<br/>
That seems the wondrous beauty to proclaim<br/>
Of that clear garden whereunto we cleave,<br/>
Is crystallised in frosted gold this eve.<br/>
A great white silence drops athwart the sky,<br/>
Out there where gleams a marble hue,<br/>
Whither, one by one, the tall trees stride,<br/>
Each with its shadow, long and blue<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lonely, by its side.</span><br/>
No stir of wind; but soundlessly<br/>
The blanched veils of cold alone<br/>
Unfold themselves mysteriously<br/>
On the marshes' silver or the roads' white stone.<br/>
The stars are lustrous with desire;<br/>
Like furbished steel the rime<br/>
Within the cold, translucid air.<br/>
From some infinity sublime,<br/>
Across the paleness of a waning moon,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Falls shower on shower of fire—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Star-dust that there</span><br/>
Sinks in a scintillating swoon.<br/>
It is the hour divine, when wistfully<br/>
A million eyes look down upon the earth—<br/>
Upon the hazards of our human birth—<br/>
From out immutable eternity.<br/>
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