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SONNET XX.
[Bright was the moon as from thy gates I went]
Bright was the moon as from thy gates I went,Majestic Rouen! And the silver Seine
Dimpled with joy, as murmuring to the main,
A pilgrim like myself, her course she bent.
Thou art a city beautiful to see,
Surpassing in magnificence that seat
Of kings, the capital, the gay retreat
Of which “all Europe rings!” Full oft of thee
Will be my future dreams; when far away,
I still shall mingle with thy ancient throng;
Shall pace thy marble halls, and gaze among
The Gothic splendours of thy once bright day,
When the first Francis was thy guest, and thou
Thyself didst wear a crown upon thy brow!
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