The summer skies are darkly blue,
Compare: "I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls", Longfellow.
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The sweet imperious mouth, whose haughty valor
Defied all portents of impending doom.
Enchantress of the stormy seas,
Priestess of Night's high mysteries!
When summer gathers up her robes of glory,
And, like a dream of beauty, glides away.
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