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Distinct with vivid stars inlaid,

Grew darker from that under-flame:

So, leaping lightly from the boat,

With silver anchor left afloat,

In mar'el whence that glory came

Upon me, as in sleep I sank

In cool soft turf upon the bank,

      Entranced with that place and time,

      So worthy of the golden prime

            Of good Haroun Alraschid.