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/ What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought, / What walls of Parian, whiter than a rose, / What towers of crystal, for the eyes of thought, / Hast builded on far Islands of Repose? / Thy cloudy columns, vast, Corinthian, / Or huge, Ionic, colonnade the heights / Of dreamland, looming o'er the soul's deep seas; / Built melodies of marble, that no man / Has ever reached, except in fancy's flights, / Templing the presence of perpetual ease.
/ Oft, where o'er plastic frieze and plinths of spar, -- / In glimmering solitudes of pillared stone, -- / The twilight blossoms with one violet star, / With thee, O Reverie, I have stood alone, / And there beheld, from out the Mythic Age, / The rosy breasts of Cytherea -- fair, / Full-cestused, and suggestive of what loves / Immortal -- rise; and heard the lyric rage / Of sun-burnt Poesy, whose throat breathes bare / O'er leopard skins, fluting among his groves.