Sun On The Dewy Grasslands,
Where Last The Frost Hath Shone!
Come Look! What Elf In Cities Are These We Come Apon?
What Pigmy Domes And Thatches,
What Arab Caravan!
What Downy-Rooted Garden,
That Have Known No Touch Of Man?
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