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XIII. Hesperia

The winter sunset, flaming beyond spiresAnd chimneys half-detached from this dull sphere,Opens great gates to some forgotten yearOf elder splendours and divine desires.Expectant wonders burn in those rich fires,Adventure-fraught, and not untinged with fear;A row of sphinxes where the way leads clearToward walls and turrets quivering to far lyres.It is the land where beauty's meaning flowers;Where every unplaced memory has a source;Where the great river Time begins its courseDown the vast void in starlit streams of hours.Dreams bring us close – but ancient lore repeatsThat human tread has never soiled these streets.