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So high above the fair Salernian gulf,
O'er little Positano, breaks the cliff,
A thousand pictures in enchanted skies;
Warm glows the morn, far heavenward climbs the eye,
And the sea leaves its azure borders bare.
Thus through great loveliness, hour after hour,
The Roamer dropped unto the shining plain.
Nor less in beauty rose the further world,
Nor more ceased he to gaze; for everywhere
The seeing of his eyes was magical.
A land of faëry! there the mutable
Eternal seemed, though, every moment changed,
It lapsed, and came again, the world divine.
The lights of Turner, Constable, Corot
Imparadised the earthly tabernacle
Of mortal beauty; and whatever tinct
In later times discloses marvellous
The revelation of the eye, whose beam
Worships devout in nature's sanctuary
Of light, flung forth the garment of the world,—
Color divine, the prime of heavenly things,
Robe of the infinite, ethereal weave,
Ageless with spacious tissues, dawn and dark.
How many memories hung upon his eyes!

How many raptures, native to his heart,