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LONG time I lay in little ease / Where, placed by the Turanian, / Marseilles, the many-masted, sees / The blue Mediterranean.
Now songful in the hour of sport, / Now riotous for wages, / She camps around her ancient port, / As ancient of the ages.
Algerian airs through all the place / Unconquerably sally; / Incomparable women pace / The shadows of the alley.
And high o'er dark and graving yard / And where the sky is paler, / The golden virgin of the guard / Shines, beckoning the sailor.
She hears the city roar on high, / Thief, prostitute, and banker; / She sees the masted vessels lie / Immovably at anchor.
She sees the snowy islets dot / The sea's immortal azure, / And If, that castellated spot, / Tower, turret, and embrasure.