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The Day undressed—Herself
Her Garter—was of Gold
Her Petticoat—of Purple plain
Her Dimities—as old
Exactly—as the World
And yet the newest Star
Enrolled upon the Hemisphere
Be wrinkled—much as Her
Too near to God—to pray
Too near to Heaven—to fear
The Lady of the Occident
Retired without a care
Her Candle so expire
The flickering be seen
On Ball of Mast in Bosporus
And Dome—and Window Pane