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 At times there is vouchsafed me, e'en Some sign that certainly foretells Of thee at hand: so I have seen— Caught by no earthly clash of bells— A gleam of silver citadels; Distant, and radiant with such sheen As only on high virgin snows, Or from the diamond one knows; Displayed a moment, without shroud, Eclipsing all the night's fair shows From some dim pinnacle of cloud:

Or, through a calm hushed interval Of most charmed thinking, there hath passed, And with no rumour or footfall, A troop of blonde ones who surpassed All tales of loveliness amassed In my child's dreamland; costumed all As for a bridal; who did shine With such a splendour on each face, And light upon the garments fine, I knew them surely of a race That dwells in that fair realm of thine.