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And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !

The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway oh the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure

From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice I

A damsel with a dulcimer

In a vision once I saw : 10

It was an Abyssinian maid,

And on her dulcimer she play'd,

Singing of Mount Abora.

Gould I revive within me

Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me.
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air.
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there, 20

And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread,

For he on honey-dew hath fed.
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

THE PARROT
A PARROT from the Spanish main,
Full young and early caged, came o'er.
With bright wings, to the bleak domain
Of Mullah's shore. 30
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