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Rh And onward, and across the setting sun,
 * Across the boundless plain,

The column and its broader shadow run,
 * Till thought pursues in vain.

The vision vanishes! These walls again
 * Shut out the lurid sun,

Shut out the hot, immeasurable plain;
 * The half-hour's sand is run!