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XXXVIII
Yon solitary cone of flameThat lifts mid-sea to light the skies?
I nothing know, scarce know the name,
Of yon lost, buried town that lies
Beneath its ashes, yet I know
The story is, a pretty town,
With people passing up and down,
Lies just beyond, and deep, so deep
That never plummet breaks its sleep.
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