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I	A
I know not if it was a dream I viewed	B
A city where the restless multitude	B
Between the eastern and the western deep	C
Had reared gigantic fabrics strong and rude	B
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Colossal palaces crowned every height	D
Towers from valleys climbed into the light	D
O'er dwellings at their feet great golden domes	E
Hung in the blue barbarically bright	D
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But now new glimmering to east the day	F
Touched the black masses with a grace of gray	F
Dim spires of temples to the nation's God	G
Studding high spaces of the wide survey	F
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Well did the roofs their solemn secret keep	C
Of life and death stayed by the truce of sleep	C
Yet whispered of an hour when sleepers wake	H
The fool to hope afresh the wise to weep	C
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The gardens greened upon the builded hills	I
Above the tethered thunders of the mills	I
With sleeping wheels unstirred to service yet	J
By the tamed torrents and the quickened rills	I
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A hewn acclivity reprieved a space	I
Looked on the builder's blocks about his base	I
And bared his wounded breast in sign to say	I
'Strike 'tis my destiny to lodge your race	I
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''Twas but a breath ago the mammoth browsed	K
Upon my slopes and in my caves I housed	K
Your shaggy fathers in their nakedness	I
While on their foemen's offal they caroused '	-
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Ships from afar afforested the bay	I
Within their huge and chambered bodies lay	I
The wealth of continents and merrily sailed	L
The hardy argosies to far Cathay	I
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Beside the city of the living spread	M
Strange fellowship the city of the dead	M
And much I wondered what its humble folk	N
To see how bravely they were housed had said	M
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Noting how firm their habitations stood	O
Broad based and free of perishable wood	O
How deep in granite and how high in brass	I
The names were wrought of eminent and good	O
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I said 'When gold or power is their aim	P
The smile of beauty or the wage of shame	P
Men dwell in cities to this place they fare	Q
When they would conquer an abiding fame '	-
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From the red East the sun a solemn rite	D
Crowned with a flame the cross upon a height	D
Above the dead and then with all his strength	R
Struck the great city all aroar with light	D
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II	A
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I know not if it was a dream I came	P
Unto a land where something seemed the same	P
That I had known as 'twere but yesterday	I
But what it was I could not rightly name	P
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It was a strange and melancholy land	S
Silent and desolate On either hand	S
Lay waters of a sea that seemed as dead	M
And dead above it seemed the hills to stand	S
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Grayed all with age those lonely hills ah me	T
How worn and weary they appeared to be	T
Between their feet long dusty fissures clove	F
The plain in aimless windings to the sea	T
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One hill there was which parted from the rest	U
Stood where the eastern water curved a west	U
Silent and passionless it stood I thought	V
I saw a scar upon its giant breast	U
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The sun with sullen and portentous gleam	W
Hung like a menace on the sea's extreme	W
Nor the dead waters nor the far bleak bars	I
Of cloud were conscious of his failing beam	W
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It was a dismal and a dreadful sight	D
That desert in its cold uncanny light	D
No soul but I alone to mark the fear	X
And imminence of everlasting night	D
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All presages and prophecies of doom	Y
Glimmered and babbled in the ghastly gloom	Y
And in the midst of that accurs d scene	Z
A wolf sat howling on a broken tomb	Y

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