No rays from the holy heaven come down
on the long night time of that town But light from out the lurid sea
streams up the turrets silently Gleams up the pinnacles far and free
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free Up domes Up fanes
up shadowy longup sculptured ivy and stone flowers
up shadowy longup sculptured ivy and stone flowers up many and many a marvellous shrine
whose wreathed friezes interwine
the viol, the violet and the vine
the viol, the violet and the vine.
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