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Robert Laurence Binyon - Matsushima
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O paradise of waters and of isles that gleam,
 Dark pines on scarps that flame white in a mirrored sky,
 A hundred isles that change like a dissolving dream
 From shape to shape for them that with the wind glide by!
 Many celestial palaces, gardens of scented song,
 Have hearts of men imagined for lost happiness;
 But merely around these isles, the live sea streams among
 Salt with a pulsing tide, no languid lake`s caress,
 To sail and ever sail, with not a sound to feel
 In the clean blue, but silence vivid with delight,
 A silence winged with rush of the dividing keel,
 As if the world`s sorrow and folly had taken flight,
 Suspended pale as that faint circle far--away
 Of mountain, and remote as ocean`s murmuring miles,
 This, only this, for me were paradise to--day,
 O paradise of waters, paradise of isles.
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