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OWN-GAZING, I behold,

Miraculous by night,

A city all of gold.

Here, there, and everywhere,

In myriad fashion fair,

A mystery untold

Of Light!

Not royal Babylon,

Nor Tyre, nor Rome the great—

In the all-powerful state

Her wisdom and her armèd legions won—

Was so illuminate

As this strange world which, awed, I look upon.

With it compared, the ancient glories fail,

And, in the glow it doth irradiate,

The planets of the firmament grow pale!

Night, birth-fellow to Chaos, never wore

A robe so gemmed before.