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290 Is lost afar Behind the crimson hills and purple lawns Of sunset, among plains which roll their streams Against the Evening Star! And lo! To the remotest point of sight, Although I gaze upon no waste of snow, The endless field is white; And the whole landscape glows, For many a shining league away, With such accumulated light As Polar lands would flash beneath a tropic day! Nor lack there (for the vision grows, And the small charm within my hands More potent even than the fabled one, Which oped whatever golden mystery Lay hid in fairy wood or magic vale, The curious ointment of the Arabian tale Beyond all mortal sense Doth stretch my sight s horizon, and I see, Beneath its simple influence, As if with Uriel s crown, I stood in some great temple of the Sun, And looked, as Uriel, down!) Nor lack there pastures rich and fields all green With all the common gifts of God, For temperate airs and torrid sheen ) (^ Weave Edens of the sod; // J Through lands which look one sea of billowy gold Ji f j A hundred isles in their embraces fold ^j / A hundred luminous bays; And through yon purple haze
 * X/ Broad rivers wind their devious ways: