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A traveller, I found in waveless seas Calypso and Helena thrice-beautiful; And on the Lotus Eaters' shores, I drank The blissful waters of oblivion.

In the sun-flooded land, I stood by him, The god of the Hyperborean race; One night--in strange and peerless radiance-- The Magi showed to me the mystic star.

I saw the Queen of Sheba on her throne, O Soul, light flowing from her fingers' touch; My eyes beheld Atlantis Isle, that seemed

An Ocean flower beyond a mortal's dreams; And now the care and memory of all These things are rhythm to me and verse and song.