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 A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slowdropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river's seaward flow From the inner land: far off, three mountaintops, Three thundercloven thrones of oldest snow, Stood sunsetflushed: and, dewed with showery drops, Upclomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse.

The charmèd sunset lingered low adown In the red West: thro' mountain clefts the dale Was seen far inland, and the yellow down Bordered with palm, and many a winding vale And meadow, set with slender galingale; A land where all things always seemed the same! And round about the keel with faces pale, Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, The mildeyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came.