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BOHEMIA With pendent mugs, and hands that wield

A lute and tambour, graven clear;

What seemed a poet's scroll revealed

The antique legend of the shield:

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No churlish warder barred the gate,

Nor other pass was needed there

Than equal heart for either fate,

And barren scrip, and hope to spare.

Through the gray archway, hand in hand,

We walked, beneath the rampart high,

And on within the wondrous land;

There, changed as by enchanter's wand,

My sweetheart, fairer to the eye

Than ever, moved along serene

In hood and cloak,—a gypsy queen,

Born princess of Bohemia!

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A fairy realm! where slope and stream,

Champaign and upland, town and grange,

Like shadowy shiftings of a dream,

Forever blend and interchange;

A magic clime! where, hour by hour,

Storm, cloud, and sunshine, fleeting by,

Commingle, and, through shine and shower,

Bright castles, lit with rainbows, tower,

Emblazoning the distant sky

With glimmering glories of a land

Far off, yet ever close at hand

As hope, in brave Bohemia.

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