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by H. D.
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star as bright Aldeboran or Sirius, nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War; stars turn in purple, glorious to the sight; yours is not gracious as the Pleiads are nor as Orion's sapphires1, luminous2; yet disenchanted, cold, imperious face, when all the others blighted3, reel and fall, your star, steel-set, keeps lone4 and frigid5 tryst6 to freighted ships, baffled in wind and blast. 点击收听单词发音
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