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ATLANTIS.
VI.
There human voices, ever soft and clear,
Framed murmuring speech or rose in wafts of song;
And tremulous laughters, light and sweet to hear,
Echo's fine bugles faintly did prolong:
Gentle and free the race, and brave and strong;
As blithe and kindly as the showers of Spring.
Its graceful youth the blossomed ways did throng,
With smiles and blushes bright as Love may bring:
In beauty bloomed they all, and none went sorrowing.
There human voices, ever soft and clear,
Framed murmuring speech or rose in wafts of song;
And tremulous laughters, light and sweet to hear,
Echo's fine bugles faintly did prolong:
Gentle and free the race, and brave and strong;
As blithe and kindly as the showers of Spring.
Its graceful youth the blossomed ways did throng,
With smiles and blushes bright as Love may bring:
In beauty bloomed they all, and none went sorrowing.
VII.
See-green of Eld, while thus the cymbals clash,
The lips unskilled assay the stately theme—
How all thy greatness did the world abash;
Thy rule, adoring kings account supreme;
How, for thy hurt, dared priest nor monarch scheme,
Till thine own deed the grievous ruin dealt—
Oh, may the rugged strain some sweetness seem
See-green of Eld, while thus the cymbals clash,
The lips unskilled assay the stately theme—
How all thy greatness did the world abash;
Thy rule, adoring kings account supreme;
How, for thy hurt, dared priest nor monarch scheme,
Till thine own deed the grievous ruin dealt—
Oh, may the rugged strain some sweetness seem
