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As I sit, inanely staring / In the Gas-log's lambent flame, / Far away my fancy's faring / To a land without a name, -- / To the country of Invention, / Where I roam in ecstasy, / Where all things are mere pretension, / Nothing what it seems to be.
Folded in a calm serenic, / On a jute-bank I recline, / Where, mid moss of hue arsenic, / Millinery flowers entwine.