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I should like to rise and go / Where the golden apples grow; -- / Where below another sky / Parrot Islands anchored lie, / And, watched by cockatoos and goats, / Lonely Crusoes building boats; -- / Where in sunshine reaching out / Eastern cities, miles about, / Are with mosque and minaret / Among sandy gardens set, / And the rich goods from near and far / Hang for sale in the bazaar; -- / Where the Great Wall round China goes, / And on one side the desert blows, / And with bell and voice and drum, / Cities on the other hum; -- / Where are forests, hot as fire, / Wide as England, tall as a spire, / Full of apes and cocoa-nuts / And the negro hunters' huts; -- / Where the knotty crocodile / Lies and blinks in the Nile.
And the red flamingo flies / Hunting fish before his eyes; -- / Where in jungles, near and far, / Man-devouring tigers are, / Lying close and giving ear / Lest the hunt be drawing near, / Or a comer-by be seen / Swinging in a palanquin; -- / Where among the desert sands / Some deserted city stands, / All its children, sweep and prince, / Grown to manhood ages since, / Not a foot in street or house, / Not a stir of child or mouse, / And when kindly falls the night, / In all the town no spark of light.