PALE as a pearl the morning lay
In cloud diaphanous and gray;
While slow the smothered sun goes by
A smouldering opal in the sky.
Faint color in the wood he throws
Like scattered petals of a rose;
And lays by every stem a hue
Most sagely, delicately blue.
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