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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - In The Train, And At Versailles
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In a dull swiftness we are carried by 
With bodies left at sway and shaking knees. 
The wind has ceased, or is a feeble breeze 
Warm in the sun. The leaves are not yet dry 
From yesterday`s dense rain. All, low and high, 
A strong green country; but, among its trees, 
Ruddy and thin with Autumn. After these 
There is the city still before the sky. 
Versailles is reached. Pass we the galleries 
And seek the gardens. A great silence here, 
Through the long planted alleys, to the long 
Distance of water. More than tune or song, 
Silence shall grow to awe within thine eyes, 
Till thy thought swim with the blue turning sphere.
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