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CANTO II.

I.OW summer-fair, in central ocean, rose Thy shore, Atlantis, wrought with fret and bay;What time the orient banners might disclose The azure-staining gules of dawning day! How frail thy scarf of zephyr-wafted spray,That glimmered while the sunshine yet was scant! How green thy paths, where glancing lights did playAnd softly sweep the forest-shades aslant!How blest the soul were such its everlasting haunt!

II.There grew all flowers the brightness to enhance; There lyre-like winds did chime in every glade;A thousand heights did shining streams elance, From sun-lit crags to valley; steeped in shade;