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 :::Virgin! when the shadows roll
 * To the ice-embattled pole,
 * From thy sweet, pellucid soul—
 * Each angelic host on high
 * Sees in that cerulian eye
 * Blossom-beauties of the sky.
 * Blessed spirits! ye who dwell
 * Far beyond the ether swell,
 * How ye anthem, “It is well!”
 * On thy bosom let me seem
 * Kerneled in a Bagdad dream,

Rocked to slumber by a Seraph over thy celestial stream!


 * On a fairy, pensive pinion
 * Gloat I o’er thy deep dominion,
 * Shaming e’en the Augustinian;
 * Wonders rushing thicker—faster!
 * Here a porphyry pilaster,
 * Here a temple alabaster;
 * And the sunshine as it falls
 * Splinters on quintillion halls,
 * And a miracle of walls!
 * Now thy bannerets are beaming—
 * Now with mystic music gleaming

O’er a city—gem-girt city—in a gush of dervish dreaming!