Breathe Of That World

 Of an ancient glory, strange clouded fragments,

 Late lingers, of the divine company.

 Where they come , they breathe of that world,

 Lost halls of heaven, and Olympian air.

 Rich in gold, the lands of Lydia,

 The sun struck plains; of Phrygia too.

 Of Persia; the great walls of Bactria,

 The storm swept country of Medes and Araby.

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