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POET'S LAND.

HUITAIN.

In Poet's Land, my Lady dwells,

A land of idleness and ease

Of musing dreams and dreamy spells,

Of cloudless skies and swaying trees,

Through curling wreaths of smoke one sees

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The pleasant spot by zephyrs fanned.

My cigarettes are but the keys

That ope the gate to Poet's Land.

[Decke in Athenoeum.

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