Variation of the Song of the Moon
("PROMETHEUS UNBOUND", ACT 4.)
As a violet's gentle eyeGazes on the azure skyUntil its hue grows like what it beholds;As a gray and empty mistLies like solid amethystOver the western mountain it enfolds,When the sunset sleepsUpon its snow;As a strain of sweetest soundWraps itself the wind aroundUntil the voiceless wind be music too;As aught dark, vain, and dull,Basking in what is beautiful,Is full of light and love--
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