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In Egyptian Thebes.

You are not strange to me, I know;
Somewhere I saw you long ago,
When I was not so forlorn,
In a dream ere I was born.
'Twas in a garden by the Nile,
Where the aloe-flowers did smile;
And basking by the yellow deep,
Thebes lay with giant walls asleep.
I know you gave me once a kiss;
'Twas underneath a precipice,
Monstrous marble masonry
Towering black into the sky,

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Walls on walls, a dizzy pile,
O'er a garden by the Nile,
Where Thebes lay by the sacred stream,
Wrapped in her hundred gates, to dream.