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A DAY DREAM.

A day dream by the dark blue deep; Was it a dream, or something more?I sat where Posilippo's steep, With its gray shelves, o'erhung the shore.
On ruined Roman walls around The poppy flaunted, for 'twas May;And at my feet, with gentle sound, Broke the light billows of the bay.
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