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Thames
River of rivers, that dost lave the might
And pomps and ships of England; if the white
Dawns be upon thee, or thou goest dight
In armour of the sun; or where at night
With mirrored stars and lamps of chrysolite,
Thou wooest this London to the ancient plight,
Thou shalt be goodly for the English sight
And proud till Time shall falter in his flight.
And pomps and ships of England; if the white
Dawns be upon thee, or thou goest dight
In armour of the sun; or where at night
With mirrored stars and lamps of chrysolite,
Thou wooest this London to the ancient plight,
Thou shalt be goodly for the English sight
And proud till Time shall falter in his flight.
Tiber, Euphrates, Tmolus from the height,
Tigris and Nilus, streams of old delight,
And Abbana and Pharphar which were bright
For queens by swart Damascus—these invite
Words from the dreamer and the Abderite;
But thou art Thames—glorious in their despite.
Tigris and Nilus, streams of old delight,
And Abbana and Pharphar which were bright
For queens by swart Damascus—these invite
Words from the dreamer and the Abderite;
But thou art Thames—glorious in their despite.
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