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But flowers bursting out with lusty pride, And young Æolian harps personified; Some Titian colors touched into real life,— The sacrifice goes on; the pontif knife Gleams in the Sun, the milk-white heifer lows, The pipes go shrilly, the libation flows: A white sail shows above the green-head cliff, Moves round the point, and throws her anchor stiff; The mariners join hymn with those on land.


 * You know the Enchanted Castle,—it doth stand

Upon a rock, on the border of a Lake, Nested in trees, which all do seem to shake From some old magic-like Urganda's Sword. O Phœbus! that I had thy sacred word To show this Castle, in fair dreaming wise, Unto my friend, while sick and ill he lies!


 * You know it well enough, where it doth seem

A mossy place, a Merlin's Hall, a dream; You know the clear Lake, and the little Isles, The mountains blue, and cold near neighbor rills, All which elsewhere are but half animate; There do they look alive to love and hate, To smiles and frowns; they seem a lifted mound Above some giant, pulsing underground.


 * Part of the Building was a chosen See,

Built by a banished Santon of Chaldee; The other part, two thousand years from him, Was built by Cuthbert de Saint Aldebrim;