“Into the sunset’s turquoise marge
The moon dips, like a pearly barge;
Enchantment sails through magic seas,
To fairyland Hesperides,
Over the hills and away.”

At Sunset, stanza 1.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations (1919)

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poet from Louisville, Kentucky 1865–1914

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