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Without, the battlements of sunset shine, 'Mid domes the sea-winds rear and overwhelm. Into a crystal cup the dusky wine I pour, and, musing at so rich a shrine, I watch the star that haunts its ruddy gloom. Now Fancy, empress of a purpled realm, Awakes with brow caressed by poppy-bloom, And wings in sudden dalliance her flight To strands where opals of the shattered light Gleam in the wind-strewn foam, and maidens flee