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A faint sea without wind or sun;
A sky like flameless vapour dun;   A valley like an unsealed
That no man cares to weep upon,   Bare, without boon to crave,      Or flower to save
And on the lip's edge of the down,

HE Kings go by with jewled crowns;
Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many
The sack of many-peopled towns Is all their dream:
The way they take Leaves but a ruin in the brake,