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| I WONDER in what Isle of Bliss | |
| Apollo’s music fills the air; | |
| In what green valley Artemis | |
| For young Endymion spreads the snare: | |
| Where Venus lingers debonair: | 5 |
| The Wind has blown them all away— | |
| And Pan lies piping in his lair— | |
| Where are the Gods of Yesterday? | |
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| Say where the great Semiramis | |
| Sleeps in a rose-red tomb; and where | 10 |
| The precious dust of Cæsar is, | |
| Or Cleopatra’s yellow hair: | |
| Where Alexander Do-and-Dare; | |
| The Wind has blown them all away— | |
| And Redbeard of the Iron Chair; | 15 |
| Where are the Dreams of Yesterday? | |
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| Where is the Queen of Herod’s kiss, | |
| And Phryne in her beauty bare; | |
| By what strange sea does Tomyris | |
| With Dido and Cassandra share | 20 |
| Divine Proserpina’s despair; | |
| The Wind has blown them all away— | |
| For what poor ghost does Helen care? | |
| Where are the Girls of Yesterday? | |
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ENVOY Alas for lovers! Pair by pair | 25 |
| The Wind has blown them all away: | |
| The young and yare, the fond and fair: | |
| Where are the Snows of Yesterday? | |
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