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"Sun-lit Hours," "Hours of Afternoon,"<br/>
Hours superbly now a part of us!<br/>
Your measured pace lights up our garden paths,<br/>
Our golden roses kiss you as in pain;<br/>
Summer's dying; autumn comes now soon.<br/>
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Hours of fragrant flowering, will you come again?<br/>
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And yet if Fate, that holds the stars in leash,<br/>
Spare us its evil and its bitter chance,<br/>
Perhaps you shall weave some day before my eyes<br/>
The measured footfalls of your radiant dance;<br/>
And I shall add then to your ardent showers<br/>
Of shade and sunlight on the grassy slope<br/>
—Like a supreme, immense and sovereign hope—<br/>
The steps and farewells of my "Twilight Hours."<br/>
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