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HAVE come forth alive from the land of purple and poison and glamour,

Where the charm is strong as the torture, being chosen to change the mind;

Torture of wordless dance and wineless feast without clamour,

Palace hidden in palace, garden with garden behind;

Women veiled in the sun, or bare as brass in the shadows,

And the endless eyeless patterns where each thing seems an eye.

And my stride is on Caesar's sand where it slides to the English meadows,

To the last low woods of Sussex and the road that goes to Rye.

In the cool and careless woods the eyes of the eunuchs burned not,

But the wild hawk went before me, being free to return or roam,

The hills had broad unconscious backs; and the tree-tops turned not,

And the huts were heedless of me: and I knew I was at home.