Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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CANTO I.
Come, ye that are weary of heart, with me
To a far-off isle in a lonely sea !
It lies, not glowing 'neath tropical skies,
Cradled in waters of amethyst dyes;
No vine-wreaths are there, no feathery palms,
No blossoms are filling the air with balms.
No forests are waving, no stately trees —
Grand organs played by the tune-loving breeze —
Not even a coppice where summer birds throng
Dazzling with plumage or thrilling with song;
No stream leapeth wild from the mountain-side,
