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X. A MEMORY OF THE LIZARD.

Mine eyes are dim, and yet before mine eyes
Roll in dark purple seas that leap to green,
And rim the cliffs with music, cliffs that lean
And listen to the sea-birds' human cries;
Fantastic rocks with their chameleon dyes
Move almost into speech, and what they mean
The sunlight doth interpret; happy scene,
Remade with every headland's swift surprise.
There all the land is breathed about with flowers,
Thrift, orchis, primrose, and the starry squills;
And all the land is wreathed about with gold,
Gold gleams the down, and gleams the sea-mew's hold;
And at that sunny sight the spirit towers,
Weak knees are strengthened, and the faint heart wills.