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And before thy sleeping eyes Shall come glorious pageantries,— Palaces of gems and gold, Such as dazzle to behold,— Gardens, in which every tree Seems a world of bloom to be,— Fountains, whose clear waters show The white pearls that lie below.— During slumber's magic reign Other times shall live again; First thou shalt be young and free In thy days of liberty,— Then again be woo'd and won By thy stately. Or thou shalt descend to earth, And see all of mortal birth.