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361 Gilia White, O white are the gilia flowers, As silently one by one, They open their hearts in the evening hours, To the westward wheeling sun. Sweet, O sweet are the gilia flowers, And the silly night moth knows By their musky scent in the darkling hours He finds where the gilia grows. Editor’s Notes AU 182 and 205; this version follows the AU 205 text. ...

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