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XXIII. Mirage

I do not know if ever it existed –That lost world floating dimly on Time's stream –And yet I see it often, violet-misted,And shimmering at the back of some vague dream.There were strange towers and curious lapping rivers,Labyrinths of wonder, and low vaults of light,And bough-crossed skies of flame, like that which quiversWistfully just before a winter's night.Great moors led off to sedgy shores unpeopled,Where vast birds wheeled, while on a windswept hillThere was a village, ancient and white-steepled,With evening chimes for which I listen still.I do not know what land it is – or dareAsk when or why I was, or will be, there.