But now the level sea--horizon spanned
With its unbroken line the azure round:
I look again, and see the waters crowned
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Wouldst thou behold, not the ensnaring blaze
Of earthly grandeur in its envious noon,
But the calm majesty of other days
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Alas for England, if her native hearts
Were only to be won by stately towers,
Or oft--recurring chime of many parts,
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Child of our love, thou sleepest softly now
In our dear home perchance, with thine own smile
Resting upon thy rosy lips, the while
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Be it not mine in these high aisles to tread
Lightly, with scornful or with pitying gaze,
Viewing these worshippers, who on the days
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The peaceful moon sheds downward from the sky
Upon the sleeping city her soft light;
Lines of storm--laden vapour heavily
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They stood upon these plains, and side by side
Did battle for the world, too long enthralled
To the universal tyrant; one was called,
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No voice is heard along the city--street
Of men, nor tramp of horse; but the night long
Yon nightingale fills all the air with song.
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Here stand, beloved, where the outer light
Falls glorified by entrance to the shrine
Of the Eternal; where the tracery fine
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Spring should be drest in emblem quaint and shy;
A troop of rosy girls escaped from bed
For very wantonness of play, should tread
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