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He saw his white walls shining in the sun,

His garden trees all shadowy and green;

He heard his rivulet’s light bubbling run,

The distant dog-bark; and perceived between

The umbrage of the wood, so cool and dun,

The moving figures, and the sparkling sheen

Of arms (in the East all arm)⁠—and various dyes

Of coloured garbs, as bright as butterflies.