Beyond the sleepy hills of Spain,
The sun goes down in yellow mist,
The sky is fresh with dewy stars
Above a sea of amethyst.
Yet in the city of my love
High noon burns all the heavens bare-
For him the happiness of light,
For me a delicate despair.
Off Gibraltar
Sara Teasdale
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