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Onsupposed to be in small caps font [sic] such a night as this, six years ago,
 * I dreamed beneath the moon of alien skies,
 * And saw the Southern Cross in splendor rise

O'er groves where orange-scented breezes blow;
 * Pale, opalescent waves washed to and fro
 * On silver shores with soundless melodies,
 * Among the jasmine, vagrant fire-flies
 * Pierced the wan night with intermittent glow.


 * Upon me still the saft enchantment lies,
 * And now, as then, I feel the ebb and flow
 * Of that elusive rapture and surprise
 * Which only haunting beauty can bestow—
 * And now, as then, my baffled spirit tries
 * To rend the imponderable veil and know.