The sun has set...!

And the hem of the horizon has gone black...!

And melancholy has let down her mysterious curtains over the face of the universe...

And the arms of stillness have stretched out to embrace silent nature...!

And the clouds have moved on slowly... delicately... tracing the phantoms of the distant past...

While before them the specters of day have melted away...

As a whisper melts away...!

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The goddess of sorrows took up...

her silver lyre...

and walked with her dazed steps...

toward the stillness of solitude and the splendor of dream...!

And in the field of melancholy...

the goddess cast down the staff of wandering...

and flung herself into the arms of the darkness...

in her heart a throbbing, and in her eye a question...

A stray tear glittered in her eyes...

and a bewildered sigh hovered upon her lips...

She raised her lyre to her beating breast...

and bent over it, pouring out to it her moaning and her plaint...

whispering into its mellow strings...

the throbbing of her heart and her secret confiding...!

And the lyre gave forth the eternal melody...

and its whispers were faint... soft...

in their faintness magic and enchantment...

and in their softness splendor and sweetness...!

And the breeze carried the tune, broken and sweet...

and the moon clasped it to his heart...

and gave it, of his pallor, delicacy and clarity...

so that it was bewitching as