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ATLANTIS.
Their flitting shapes, from whispering cedars freed,
Shall haunt as dreams our shadow-veiled retreat,
Where slumber-silenced hours shall move with slothful feet.
Shall haunt as dreams our shadow-veiled retreat,
Where slumber-silenced hours shall move with slothful feet.
XVII.
"Here while the cycles blissfully appear,
Our kingly sons their steadfast thrones shall climb:
Swift hands shall toil their templed halls to rear,
Whose cloud-hung bells on soaring winds shall chime;
No mystic scripture there shall threat of time,
No voice of prophet utter woes abroad:
But clang of harp and chant of lore sublime,
Shall heaven's high-vaulted roofs of peace defraud:
For always minstrels proud the island gods shall laud!
"Here while the cycles blissfully appear,
Our kingly sons their steadfast thrones shall climb:
Swift hands shall toil their templed halls to rear,
Whose cloud-hung bells on soaring winds shall chime;
No mystic scripture there shall threat of time,
No voice of prophet utter woes abroad:
But clang of harp and chant of lore sublime,
Shall heaven's high-vaulted roofs of peace defraud:
For always minstrels proud the island gods shall laud!
XVIII.
"Here shall the sphere-descended powers recline,
"Here shall the sphere-descended powers recline,
