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A VOLUPTUARY

Who's this that lispeth in the thickening throngWhich crowds to claim distinction in my song?Fresh from "the palms and temples of the South,"The mixed aromas quarrel in his mouth:Of orange blossoms this the lingering gale,And that the odor of a spicy tale.Sir, in thy pleasure-dome down by the sea(No finer one did Kubla Khan decree)Where, Master of the Revels, thou dost standWith joys and mysteries on either hand,Dost keep a poet to report the ritesAnd sing the tale of those Elysian nights?Faith, sir, I'd like the place if not too young.I'm no great bard, but—I can hold my tongue.