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ATLANTIS.
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Somewhat they seemed to see of isle and bay;
Green forest, silvery fount, and sun-bright guest,
Whereat in smiles they sank, with healing slumbers blest.
Green forest, silvery fount, and sun-bright guest,
Whereat in smiles they sank, with healing slumbers blest.
XV.
Not fairer are the lilies; every brow
In smooth repose seemed sculptured of the snow;
And many a palm-tree's victor-loving bough
Thereon did soft and wreathéd shadows throw.
Rolled Acta's paeans o'er her fallen foe,
Yet calm as restful conquerors were these,
Who, pale and battle-worn, their spoils forego,
Content with silence and with balmy ease,
Lulled by the rustling winds, and stir of whispering seas.
Not fairer are the lilies; every brow
In smooth repose seemed sculptured of the snow;
And many a palm-tree's victor-loving bough
Thereon did soft and wreathéd shadows throw.
Rolled Acta's paeans o'er her fallen foe,
Yet calm as restful conquerors were these,
Who, pale and battle-worn, their spoils forego,
Content with silence and with balmy ease,
Lulled by the rustling winds, and stir of whispering seas.
XVI.
White lip to lip the cavern-spirits sighed—
"And shall their morning songs resound no more,
Their laughter sweet the mourning zephyrs chide,
When ghostly Evening flits from shore to shore?"
White lip to lip the cavern-spirits sighed—
"And shall their morning songs resound no more,
Their laughter sweet the mourning zephyrs chide,
When ghostly Evening flits from shore to shore?"
