O Hope, pinnacled
Look where you've brought me -
Airy for these views
Soaked in a lake's blues;
With tumbled townships a-drip.
O Dream, mistier
Look what you've brought me -
Enchanting for more
Light-laughed blown ashore.
Where hailed is Amor
Now through bride's grave-sung bow-dip.
Vow-wreathed who embarked;
Of its fruiting marked:
Gleamy eyed. Glossy of lip.
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