Monday, July 21, 2014

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When shadows pale are sinking in hues the twilight weaves,
Upon the golden grain fields of gleaming wheaten sheaves-
Upon the emerald pastures and blue of forests deep,
When the soft mists of silver o'er the sea doth creep;
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Apollon Nikolayevich Maykov
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