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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
IV
THE LAST TILE
When the last marble tile was laidThe winds died down on all the seas;
Hushed were the birds, and swooned the glade;
Ictinus sat; Aspasia said
“Hist!—Art's meridian, Pericles!”
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |