Chapter 23 THE VERGE OF MORNING

O to mount again where erst I haunted;

Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted,

And the low green meadows

Bright with sward;

And when even dies, the million-tinted,

And the night has come, and planets glinted,

Lo! the valley hollow,

Lamp-bestarr'd.

-R.L.S.

"I hope you like my things, Captain Claiborne!"

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