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 O'er our heads the squadron dances Of the fire-fly wheel and poise; And dim phantoms charm our trances, And link'd dreams prolong our joys—

Till around us creeps the early Sweet discordance of the dawn, And the moonlight pales, and pearly Haloes settle round the morn;

And from remnants of the hoary Mists, where now the sunshine glows, Starts at length in crimson glory Some bright flock of flamingoes.

O that land where the suns linger And the passion-flowers grow Is the land for me the Singer: There I made me, years ago,

Many a golden habitation, Full of things most fair to see; And the fond imagination Of my heart dwells there with me.