I've never seen so beautiful a Sunrise
as when the vapor whispered between leaves
of pines and oaks, between the limits of
the quiet bayous lined with yellow flowers.
I've never seen so beautiful a canopy
as that drawn out from horizon to horizon
and filled with dazzling stars: blue, red,
gold and yellow luminaries revolving.
But the broad spectacle of sky that hangs
above us as a screen cannot be described
nor comprehended in a scattered rhyme.
Yet figures abound in a vain attempt
to render this elusive beauty faithfully,
and I still long to see it done somehow.
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