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Rh Of love undying and of endless praise

For beauty only—chief of all thy kind;

Immortal, even because of thy brief days;

Thou cloud-built, fairy city of the mind!

Here man doth pluck from the full tree of life

The latest, lordliest flower of earthly art;

This doth he breathe, while resting from his strife,

This presses he against his weary heart;

Then, wakening from his dream within a dream,

He flings the faded flower on Time's down-rushing stream.

III

O, never as here in the eternal years

Hath burst to bloom man's free and soaring spirit,

Joyous, untrammeled, all untouched by tears

And the dark weight of woe it doth inherit.

Never so swift the mind's imaginings

Caught sculptured form, and color. Never before,—

Save where the soul beats unembodied wings

'Gainst viewless skies,—was such enchanted shore

Jeweled with ivory palaces like these:

By day a miracle, a dream by night;

Yet real as beauty is, and as the seas

Whose waves glance back keen lines of glittering light

When million lamps, and coronets of fire,

And fountains as of flame, to the bright stars aspire.

IV

Glide, magic boat, from out the green lagoon,

'Neath the dark bridge, into this smiting glow

And unthought glory. Even the glistening moon

Hangs in the nearer splendor. Let not go

The scene, my soul, till ever 't is thine own!

This is Art's citadel and crown. How still