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 Behind a linen awning
 * Sits an ancient wight half-dead,

And a little dear of a girl is
 * Examining—his head.

On a bended bamboo shouldered,
 * Bearing a block of stone,

Two worn-out Coolies half-naked
 * Utter their grunting groan.

Children, almond-eyed beauties,
 * Impossibly mangy curs,

Take part in the motley stream of
 * Insouciant passengers.

This is the Dream, the Vision
 * That comes to me and greets—

The Vision of
 * In the labyrinthine streets.