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To E.L., on his Travels in Greece

         
      Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls
          Of water, sheets of summer glass,
          The long divine Peneďan pass,
      The vast Akrokeraunian walls,

      Tomohrit, Athos, all things fair,
          With such a pencil, such a pen,
          You shadow forth to distant men,
      I read and felt that I was there:

      And trust me while I turn’d the page,
          And track’d you still on classic ground,
          I grew in gladness till I found
      My spirits in the golden age.

      For me the torrent ever pour’d
          And glisten’d–here and there alone
          The broad-limb’d Gods at random thrown
      By fountain-urns;–and Naiads oar’d

      A glimmering shoulder under gloom
          Of cavern pillars; on the swell
          The silver lily heaved and fell;
      And many a slope was rich in bloom

      From him that on the mountain lea
          By dancing rivulets fed his flocks
          To him who sat upon the rocks,
      And fluted to the morning sea.
       


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