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I.
In the greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tenanted,
Once
fair and stately palace --
Radiant palace --reared its head.
In the
monarch Thought's dominion --
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a
pinion
Over fabric half so fair.
II.
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow;
(This --all this --was in the olden
Time long ago)
And every gentle
air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and
pallid,
A winged odour went away.
III.
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a
throne, where sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
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