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 "Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
 As some one somewhere sings about the sky.  
 "Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
 As some one somewhere sings about the sky. 
 Of evening tinct,
 The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.  
 Of evening tinct,
 The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine. 
 The sky
 is that beautiful old parchment
  in which the sun
   and the moon
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 The sky
 is that beautiful old parchment
  in which the sun
   and the moon
    keep their diary. 
 I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, 
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it read more 
 I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, 
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily 
with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me 
a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look 
you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof 
fretted with golden fire--why, it appeareth nothing to me but a 
foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. 
The planets in their station list'ning stood.
The planets in their station list'ning stood.
 And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
 Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
  Lift not read more 
 And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
 Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
  Lift not your hands to it for help--for it
   As impotently moves as you or I. 
 How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
 The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!  
 How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
 The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!