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Where is the land of Luthany, And where the region Elenore? I do faint therefor. ‘When to the new eyes of thee All things by immortal power, Near or far, Hiddenly To each other linkèd are, That thou canst not stir a flower Without troubling of a star; When thy song is shield and mirror To the fair snake-curlèd Pain, Where thou dar’st affront her terror That on her thou may’st attain Persean conquest; seek no more, O seek no more! Pass the gates of Luthany, tread the region Elenore.’