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XIII.
The gale has come,—at once the fleecy hazeFloats up,—then stands a purple canopy,
Shading th'imperial city from the blaze.
Glorious the vision! tower and temple lie
Beneath the morn, like waves of ivory,
With many an azure streak and gush of green,
As grove and garden on the dazzled eye
Rise in successive beauty, and between
Flows into sudden light the long, slow, serpent Seine.
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