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ivory pales uprose a precious dome,

A shrine thatched over where no man might come,

For vestals only could the entrance win

To worship her who sat enthroned therein—

A Goddess fresh begotten of the foam.

Until one day I that way chanced to roam,

Half open stood the gateway in the gloom,

Revealing splendours of the shrine within

'Twixt ivory pales.

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