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There is a far unfading city / Where bright immortal people are; / Remote from hollow shame and pity, / Their portals frame no guiding star / But blightless pleasure's moteless rays / That follow their footsteps as they dance / Long lutanied measures through a maze / Of flower-like song and dalliance.
There always glows the vernal sun, / There happy birds for ever sing, / There faint perfumed breezes run / Through branches of eternal spring; / There faces browned and fruit and milk / And blue-winged words and rose-bloomed kisses / In galleys gowned with gold and silk / Shake on a lake of dainty blisses.