Page:The Dream, John Masefield, 1922.djvu/23

 Lovely it was, and there a castle stood

Mighty and fair, with golden turrets bright,

Crowned with gold vanes that swung at the wind's mood

Full many a hundred feet up in the light.

The walls were all i'-carven with delight

Like stone become alive. I entered in.

Smoke drifted by: I heard a violin.

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