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CANTO II.

I.
OW summer-fair, in central ocean, rose
 Thy shore, Atlantis, wrought with fret and bay;
What time the orient banners might disclose
 The azure-staining gules of dawning day!
 How frail thy scarf of zephyr-wafted spray,
That glimmered while the sunshine yet was scant!
 How green thy paths, where glancing lights did play
And softly sweep the forest-shades aslant!
How blest the soul were such its everlasting haunt!

II.
There grew all flowers the brightness to enhance;
 There lyre-like winds did chime in every glade;
A thousand heights did shining streams elance,
 From sun-lit crags to valley; steeped in shade;