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A something in a summer's day,
As slow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer's noon, -
An azure depth, a wordless tune,
Transcending ecstasy.
And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;
Then veil my too inspecting face,
Lest such a subtle
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