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CLOUDS.
The sunset crowns itself with storm,
From which a form
Of demon darkness lifts an arm,
And into sight a mountain heaves.
From which a form
Of demon darkness lifts an arm,
And into sight a mountain heaves.
A sun-ray touches it; it turns
An isle that burns,
Upon whose shores blaze giant ferns,
'Mid which the mortal eye perceives
An isle that burns,
Upon whose shores blaze giant ferns,
'Mid which the mortal eye perceives
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Plumed savages that launch long boats;
Towards which there floats
The wreck of Sindbad; and far motes,
Like Rocs, that trail vermilion wings.
Towards which there floats
The wreck of Sindbad; and far motes,
Like Rocs, that trail vermilion wings.
The island sinks; and in its place
An Afrite face
Glares, rising from a genii vase
Of stars and moon that Evening brings.
An Afrite face
Glares, rising from a genii vase
Of stars and moon that Evening brings.
A Dream treads dimly down the Hall
Of Evenfall;
And from the Night's gigantic wall
Lets fall a scarf—a meteor.
Of Evenfall;
And from the Night's gigantic wall
Lets fall a scarf—a meteor.
And then, behold! a mighty hand,
That points a land
Of mysteries, no eye has scanned,
Where all Life's dreams and longings are.
That points a land
Of mysteries, no eye has scanned,
Where all Life's dreams and longings are.
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