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ATLANTIS.
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VI.
And all was rest! the deer unhunted ranged,
The archer's aim no circling wing assailed;
From bloom to bloom the dreamful seasons changed;
The moony nights but rarer sight unveiled,
Of blossom vapor-white, or rainbow paled,
Or faint and fleecy citadel of cloud,
Whose glimmering spires in ruddy flame exhaled,
What time to greet the sun mid harpings loud,
At once the glacial heights with beacon-fires grew proud.
And all was rest! the deer unhunted ranged,
The archer's aim no circling wing assailed;
From bloom to bloom the dreamful seasons changed;
The moony nights but rarer sight unveiled,
Of blossom vapor-white, or rainbow paled,
Or faint and fleecy citadel of cloud,
Whose glimmering spires in ruddy flame exhaled,
What time to greet the sun mid harpings loud,
At once the glacial heights with beacon-fires grew proud.
VII.
The sea-born rulers murmured in their towers—
"Shall isles revere, shall North and South obey,
Shall heaven be red with gold of falling showers,
But Acta's clime no costly tribute pay?
Behold, afar, her haughty hills array
Their slopes in summer verdure: fair below
Sleep spicy groves and rivers warm with day,
The sea-born rulers murmured in their towers—
"Shall isles revere, shall North and South obey,
Shall heaven be red with gold of falling showers,
But Acta's clime no costly tribute pay?
Behold, afar, her haughty hills array
Their slopes in summer verdure: fair below
Sleep spicy groves and rivers warm with day,
