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Yon deep bark goes
Where Traffic blows
From lands of sun to lands of snows;—
Yon happier one,
Its course is run
From lands of snow to lands of sun.

— Thomas Buchanan Read Poems (1866)

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We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses,
Dewy as the morning and colored like the dawn.

The New Pastoral (1855)

O Night, most beautiful and rare!
Thou giv'st the heavens their holiest hue,
And through the azure fields of air
Bring'st down the gentle dew.

My soul to-day
Is far away
Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.

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O Night! most beautiful and rare!
Thou givest the heavens their holiest hue,
And through the azure fields of air
Bringest down the gentle dew.

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Within the sober realm of leafless trees,
The russet year inhaled the dreamy air;
Like some tanned reaper, in his hour of ease,
When all the fields are lying brown and bare.

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