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Sara Teasdale - Madeira From The Sea
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Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges 
Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea; 
Softly the dream grows awakening — shimmering white of a city, 
Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms. 
High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers, 
Lost and forgotten of winds that have fallen asleep, 
Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.
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