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What waits us, once our goal attain'd? For each one as I deem
The utter realising of his every dearest dream.
I think that as our wave-worn ship drops anchor in that bay
A honey-colour'd harvest-moon will mock the paler day
Lighting the league-long gardens up, whose hidden hollows hold
The ruddy glow of oranges, the citron's paler gold,
Whilst,sunder'd half a life-time long by some untoward fate
Lost lovers wait to welcome us to Island Fortunate.
Our company grows still the less, for certain of our train
A seeming Eldorado once gleam'd golden from the main,
I think that on that barren reef some specious magic burn'd,
