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I: They bore her to the northern snows / Whose floods down ice-domed caverns run, / From lands where that calm river flows / Whose depths decoy the vagrant sun, / Where palms o'er latticed shadows rise / With boughs that web the sultry skies.
II: Where roses climb the scent-steeped hills / And channelled leaves with dew-drops flash, / Bending beneath the trickled rills / That fall and the pink clusters splash; / Where aloe-flowers, all flaming red, / Like watch-fires o'er the summit spread.