These held their Wick above the West —
Till when the Red declined —
Or how the Amber aided it —
Defied to be defined —
Then waned without disparagement
In a dissembling Hue
That would not let the Eye decide
Did it abide or no —
These held their Wick above the West —
Till when the Red declined —
Or how the Amber aided it —
Defied to be defined —
Then waned without disparagement
In a dissembling Hue
That would not let the Eye decide
Did it abide or no —
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