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 Here, where some ruined temple In solitude decays, With carven walls still hallowed With prayers of bygone days, Here, where the coral outcrops Make "flowers of the sea," The olden Peace yet lingers, In hushed serenity.

Ah, silent, silver moonlight, Whose charm impartial falls On tanks of sacred water And squalid city walls, Whose mystic whiteness hallows The lowest and the least, To thee men owe the glamour That draws them to the East.

And as this azure water, Unflecked by wave or foam, Conceals in its tranquillity The dreaded white shark's home, So if love be illusion I ask the dream to stay, Content to love by moonlight What I might not love by day. 40