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Sarah Helen Whitman

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The summer skies are darkly blue,
The days are still and bright,
And Evening trails her robes of gold
Through the dim halls of Night.
--
Summer's Call. Compare: "I heard the trailing garments of the Night / Sweep through her marble halls", Longfellow.

 
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