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In the greenest of our valleys |
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By good angels tenanted, |
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Once a fair and stately palace- |
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Radiant palace- reared its head. |
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In the monarch Thought's dominion- |
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It stood there! |
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Never seraph spread a pinion |
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Over fabric half so fair! |
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Banners yellow, glorious, golden, |
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On its roof did float and flow, |
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This- all this- was in the olden |
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Time long ago, |
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And every gentle air that dallied, |
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In that sweet day, |
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Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, |
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A winged odor went away. |
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Wanderers in that happy valley, |
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Through two luminous windows, saw |
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Spirits moving musically, |
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To a lute's well-tuned law, |
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Round about a throne where, sitting. |
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Porphyrogene! |
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In state his glory well-befitting, |
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The ruler of the realm was seen. |
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And all with pearl and ruby glowing |
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Was the fair palace door, |
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Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, |
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And sparkling evermore, |
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A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty |
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Was but to sing, |
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In voices of surpassing beauty, |
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The wit and wisdom of their king. |
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But evil things, in robes of sorrow, |
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Assailed the monarch's high estate. |
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(Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow |
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Shall dawn upon him desolate!) |
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And round about his home the glory |
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That blushed and bloomed, |
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Is but a dim-remembered story |
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Of the old time entombed. |
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And travellers, now, within that valley, |
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Through the red-litten windows see |
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Vast forms, that move fantastically |
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To a discordant melody, |
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While, like a ghastly rapid river, |
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Through the pale door |
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A hideous throng rush out forever |
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And laugh- but smile no more. |
