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With its flower-bespangled moss 

 Wet by wayward waves that toss 

 Flotsam from the farthest lands 

 Over Zoltoi's shining sands; 

 Still the cold gray cloud above, 

 Sleep-cap of the Pribilof ! 



Now in darkling mist and spray, 

 Let the great globe fade away, 

 (All that is become as 'naught 

 In the vagrant world of thought) 

 Cast off seven hundred years, 

 With their load of hopes and fears, 

 And a fragrance comes to me, 

 Rose leaves pressed in history, 

 Sweetly strange and strangely sweet; 

 Lady Alice, may it be 

 I am here alone with thee? 

 Let me kneel then, at thy feet. 

 Ghosts from ghosts have naught to fear, 

 White the hand I kiss, my dear! 



Thus I pass thy guarded gate 

 Where thy mailed retainers wait; 

 They will neither know nor care, 

 For I tread with feet of air 

 To thy walls of cold gray stone 

 Where the daylight never shone, 

 Dismal halls that ne'er could be 

 Sun-illumined save by thee! 



I can see thee decked for show 

 In the robes of long ago, 

 Brocades rich as tapestry, 

 Laces, silks, and jewelry 

 All the far-sought finery 

 Men have fancied meet for thee. 

 Roses bloom along thy way, 

 (Thou a fairer rose than they) 

 Pink-tipped daisies from the grass 

 Nod their welcome as you pass; 



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