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Rh So high above the fair Salernian gulf,

O'er little Positano, breaks the cliff,

A thousand pictures in enchanted skies;

Warm glows the morn, far heavenward climbs the eye,

And the sea leaves its azure borders bare.

Thus through great loveliness, hour after hour,

The Roamer dropped unto the shining plain.

Nor less in beauty rose the further world,

Nor more ceased he to gaze; for everywhere

The seeing of his eyes was magical.

A land of faëry! there the mutable

Eternal seemed, though, every moment changed,

It lapsed, and came again, the world divine.

The lights of Turner, Constable, Corot

Imparadised the earthly tabernacle

Of mortal beauty; and whatever tinct

In later times discloses marvellous

The revelation of the eye, whose beam

Worships devout in nature's sanctuary

Of light, flung forth the garment of the world,—

Color divine, the prime of heavenly things,

Robe of the infinite, ethereal weave,

Ageless with spacious tissues, dawn and dark.

How many memories hung upon his eyes!

How many raptures, native to his heart,