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| BEYOND the sea, I know not where, | |
| There is a town called Vivérols; | |
| I know not if ’t is near or far, | |
| I know not what its features are, | |
| I only know ’t is Vivérols. | 5 |
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| I know not if its ancient walls | |
| By vine and moss be overgrown; | |
| I know not if the night-owl calls | |
| From feudal battlements of stone, | |
| Inhabited by him alone. | 10 |
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| I know not if mid meadow-lands | |
| Knee-deep in corn stands Vivérols; | |
| I know not if prosperity | |
| Has robbed its life of poesy; | |
| That could not be in Vivérols, | 15 |
| They would not call it Vivérols. | |
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| Perchance upon its terraced heights | |
| The grapes grow purple in the sun; | |
| Or down its wild untrodden crags, | |
| Its broken cliffs and frost-bit jags, | 20 |
| The mountain brooks unfettered run. | |
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| I cannot fancy Vivérols | |
| A place of gaudy pomp and show, | |
| A “Grand Etablissement des Eaux,” | |
| Where to restore their withered lives | 25 |
| The roués of the city go. | |
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| Nor yet a place where Poverty | |
| No ray of happiness lets in; | |
| Where wanders hopeless beggary | |
| Mid scenes of sorrow, want, and sin. | 30 |
| That could not be in Vivérols; | |
| There ’s life and cheer in Vivérols! | |
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| Perchance among the clouds it lies, | |
| Mid vapors out from Dreamland blown; | |
| Built up from vague remembrances, | 35 |
| That never yet had form in stone,— | |
| Its castles built of cloud alone. | |
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| I only know, should thou and I | |
| Through its old walls of crumbling stone | |
| Together wander all alone, | 40 |
| No spot on earth could be more fair | |
| Than ivy-covered Vivérols! | |
| No grass be greener anywhere, | |
| No bluer sky nor softer air | |
| Than we should find in Vivérols. | 45 |
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| Love, we may wander far or near, | |
| The sun shines bright o’er Vivérols; | |
| Green is the grass, the skies are clear; | |
| No clouds obscure our pathway, dear; | |
| Where love is, there is Vivérols,— | 50 |
| There is no other Vivérols. | |
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