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HESPERIA.
MY dream is of a city in the West,Built with fair colours, still and sad as flowers
That wear the blazon of the autumn hours,
Set by the side of some wide wave's unrest;
And there the sun-filled calm is unimprest,
Save by a flutter as of silver showers,
Rain-rippled on dim Paradisal bowers,
And some far tune of bells chimed softliest.
About the still clear streets my love-thoughts go,
A many-coloured throng, some pale as pearl,
Some bright as the gold brow-locks of a girl:
And midst them, where the saddest memories teem,
My veiled hope wanders, musingly and slow,
And hears the sad sea murmur like a dream.
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