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56 : sweet, my own,
 * Could we live alone

Over beyond the sea!
 * To love and to die
 * Indolently

In the land that’s akin to thee!
 * Where the suns which rise
 * In the watery skies

Weave soft spells over my sight,
 * As thy false eyes do
 * When they flicker through

Their tears with a dim, strange light.

There all is beauty and symmetry, Pleasure and calm and luxury.


 * Years that have gone
 * Have polished and shone

The things that would fill our room;
 * The flowers most rare
 * Which scent the air

In the richly-ceiling’d gloom,
 * And the mirrors profound,
 * And the walls around

With Orient splendour hung,
 * To the soul would speak
 * Of things she doth seek

In her gentle native tongue.

There all is beauty and symmetry, Pleasure and calm and luxury.