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 Sometimes from ocean dusks I seem
 * To glimpse their crystal walls,

Dim jewels of mirage that gleam
 * In twilight's western halls.

Sometimes I hear below the moon
 * A music that pursues—

A wraith of melody, that soon
 * I doubt, and doubting, lose.

Those palmy shores no prow may find,
 * But once it seemed to me

A ghost of fragrance roamed the wind,
 * Yet was not of the sea.

What tho' my tale the seaman scorns?
 * The Chart of Dreams, unrolled,

Attests their haven's jasper bourns,
 * Their reefs of sunken gold.