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The Juggler Of Day.

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Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,     Leaping like leopards to the sky,     Then at the feet of the old horizon     Laying her spotted face, to die;     Stooping as low as the otter's window,     Touching the roof and tinting the barn,     Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, --     And the juggler of day is gone!

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