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What be his dreams in Patmos?
What be his dreams in Patmos? O'er the seas
Looks he toward Athens, where the very fall
Of Grecian sunlight is Platonical?
Or, peradventure, towards the Cyclades,
The Delian earth-star, ray'd with laurel-trees—
From ribbon'd baskets where Demeter threw
Flowers the colour of the country blue
Oat-garlanded in Paros—or where bees
Humming o'er Amalthæa, who fed Zeus
With goatmilk, goldenly the forest starr'd—
Where Dionysus, driven o'er the brine,
Triumphant as his prow went Naxosward,
Ivied the mast, and cream'd the crimson wine,
Crimson, or yellow-colour'd Grecian juice.
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