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And the east grew gold with burning bars, And the sun in his chariot came; And this princess proud saw her lord of stars Snuffed out like a taper’s flame: And higher the lord of the light and hours Glared up the glittering sky, And the fragile queen of the morning flowers In his beams did wilt and die: But the jessamine waxed in the sun-god’s ray, And her breath and her beauty made sweet the day.