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"Far, very far, steer by my star, / / Leaving the loud world's hurry and clamor, / / In the mid-sea waits you, maybe, / / The Isles of Glamour, where Beauty reigns. / / From coasts of commerce and myriad-marted / / Towns of traffic by wide seas parted, / / Past shoals unmapped and by reefs uncharted, / / The single-hearted my isle attains.
"Each soul may find faith to her mind, / / Seek you the peace of the groves Elysian, / / Or the ivy twine and the wands of vine, / / The Dionysian, Orphic rite? / / To share the joy of the Maenad's leaping / / In frenzied train thro' the dusk glen sweeping, / / The dew-drench'd dance and the star-watch'd sleeping, / / Or temple keeping in vestal white?