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In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool,

There stood, or hover’d, tremulous in the air,

A faery city, ’neath the potent rule

Of Emperor Elfinan; fam’d ev’rywhere

For love of mortal women, maidens fair,

Whose lips were solid, whose soft hands were made

Of a fit mould and beauty, ripe and rare,

To pamper his slight wooing, warm yet staid:

He loved girls smooth as shades, but hated a mere shade.