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2016-07-18T23:29:04+08:00
LONG since, I lived beneath vast
porticoes,
By many ocean-sunsets tinged
and fired,
Where mighty pillars, in majestic
rows,
Seemed like basaltic caves when
day expired.
The rolling surge that mirrored
all the skies
Mingled its music, turbulent and
rich,
Solemn and mystic, with the
colours which
The setting sun reflected in my
eyes.
And there I lived amid
voluptuous calms,
In splendours of blue sky and
wandering wave,
Tended by many a naked,
perfumed slave,
Who fanned my languid brow
with waving palms.
They were my slaves--the only
care they had
To know what secret grief had
made me sad.
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