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| THERE s a city that lies in the Kingdom of Clouds, | |
| In the glorious country on high, | |
| Which an azure and silvery curtain enshrouds, | |
| To screen it from mortal eye; | |
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| A city of temples and turrets of gold, | 5 |
| That gleam by a sapphire sea, | |
| Like jewels more splendid than earth may behold, | |
| Or are dreamed of by you and by me. | |
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| And about it are highlands of amber that reach | |
| Far away till they melt in the gloom; | 10 |
| And waters that hem an immaculate beach | |
| With fringes of luminous foam. | |
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| Aerial bridges of pearl there are, | |
| And belfries of marvellous shapes, | |
| And lighthouses lit by the evening star, | 15 |
| That sparkle on violet capes; | |
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| And hanging gardens that far away | |
| Enchantedly float aloof; | |
| Rainbow pavilions in avenues gay, | |
| And banners of glorious woof! | 20 |
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| When the Summer sunsets crimsoning fires | |
| Are aglow in the western sky, | |
| The pilgrim discovers the domes and spires | |
| Of this wonderful city on high; | |
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| And gazing enrapt as the gathering shade | 25 |
| Creeps over the twilight lea, | |
| Sees palace and pinnacle totter and fade, | |
| And sink in the sapphire sea; | |
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| Till the vision loses by slow degrees | |
| The magical splendor it wore; | 30 |
| The silvery curtain is drawn, and he sees | |
| The beautiful city no more! | |
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