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O daughter of our Southern sun, / Sweet sister of each flower, / Dost dream in terraced Avalon / A shadow-haunted hour? / Or stand with Guinevere upon / Some ivied Camelot tower?
Or in the wind dost breathe the musk / That blows Tintagel's sea on? / Or 'mid the lists by castled Usk / Hear some wild tourney's paeon? / Or 'neath the Merlin moons of dusk / Dost muse in old Caerleon?
Or now of Launcelot, and then / Of Arthur, 'mid the roses, / Dost speak with wily Vivien? / Or where the shade reposes, / Dost walk with stately armored men / In marble-fountained closes?
So speak the dreams within thy gaze. / The dreams thy spirit cages, / Would that Romance -- which on thee lays / The spell of bygone ages -- / Held me! a memory of those days, / A portion of its pages!