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In Other Words

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
Look backward with a smile.
The apparel oft proclaims the man,
And only man is vile.

I have set my life upon a cast—
To die were far more sweet—
As through on Alpine village passed
The print of Lucy’s feet.

Drink to me only with thine eyes
To drive dull care away.
In Venice on the Bridge on Sighs,
Upon a truss of hay.

I never saw a purple cow
Or nursed a dear gazelle;
When pain and anguish wring the brow
I only feel Farewell!

She left us in the bloom of May,
When night and morning meet,
Yet some maintain that to this day
Her voice is low and sweet.

If this fair rose offend thy sight
In faëry lands forlorn,
She was a Phantom of Delight
Breast high amid the corn.

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