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 * HERE was nought in the Valley
 * But a Tower of Ivory,

Its base enwreathed with red
 * Flowers that at evening
 * Caught the sun's crimson

As to Ocean low he sped.


 * Lucent and lovely
 * It stood in the morning

Under a trackless hill;
 * With snows eternal
 * Muffling its summit,

And silence ineffable.


 * Sighing of solitude
 * Winds from the cold heights

Haunted its yellowing stone;
 * At noon its shadow
 * Stretched athwart cedars

Whence every bird was flown.


 * Its stair was broken,
 * Its starlit walls were

Fretted; its flowers shone