A tale so sweet of Eastern clime,
So rich and dreamy, sad and strange,
I dreaming, it a wider range
Of dreamland sought, and in due time
Forgot the morning star and lake,
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And peaceful slept; nor did I wake
Till roused at length to view the dawn
Creeping up from the sea on beams
Of pale green light which paled the stars,
Save Jupiter and fiery Mars.
The pale green light to pale red turned,
Which lay great banks of mist upon.
The pale red soon a crimson burned,
And spread in one great fiery sea
From Washington to Ossipee,
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