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A long while I dwelt beneath vast porticoes, / While the ocean-suns bathed with a thousand fires, / And which with their great and majestic spires, / At eventide looked like basaltic grottoes.
The billows, in rolling depictured the skies, / And mingled, in solemn and mystical strain, / The all-mighteous chords of their luscious refrain / With the sun-set's colours reflexed in mine eyes.