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 And zebras seven should draw my car
 * Through Tartary's dark glades.

Lord of the fruits of Tartary,
 * Her rivers silver-pale!

Lord of the hills of Tartary,
 * Glen, thicket, wood, and dale!

Her flashing stars, her scented breeze, Her trembling lakes, like foamless seas, Her bird-delighting citron-trees
 * In every purple vale!