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 A thousand lucent, winding rivers strayed
By fragrant mounds, where flights of golden bees
 The leaf-enshielded chalices o'erweighed,
Spilling the dew to reach the honey-lees;
And there were verdant palms and many stately trees.

III.
There shells of crimson strewed the shadowy sands,
 As sunset clouds on ashen skies afloat;
And there all birds that dwell in lightsome lands
 Shook wings of flame, and sang and soared remote,
 Till fain the senses ceased thereon to dote,
And but the happy heart with song was sweet;
 And ah, the deepening floods of light that smote
The leafy gates of every dim retreat,
And on the waveless lakes made white each flowery fleet!

IV.
There ruddy fruits on lowly tendrils clung,
 Spicing each breeze o'er field and fertile cape;