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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (7155)	3/7/2001 11:02:37 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

'Rêve Parisien' Parisian Dream That marvellous landscape of my dream - Which no eye knows, nor ever will - At moments, wide awake, I seem To grasp, and it excites me still. Sleep, how miraculous you are - A strange caprice had urged my hand To banish, as irregular, All vegetation from that land; And, proud of what my art had done, I viewed my painting, knew the great Intoxicating monotone Of marble, water, steel and slate. Staircases and arcades there were In a long labyrinth, which led To a vast palace; fountains there Were gushing gold, and gushing lead. And many a heavy cataract Hung like a curtain, - did not fall, As water does, but hung, compact, Crystal, on many a metal wall. Tall nymphs with Titan breasts and knees Gazed at their images unblurred, Where groves of colonnades, not trees, Fringed a deep pool where nothing stirred. Blue sheets of water, left and right, Spread between quays of rose and green, To the world's end and out of sight, And still expanded, though unseen. Enchanted rivers, those - with jade And jasper were their banks bedecked; Enormous mirrors, dazzled, made Dizzy by all they did reflect. And many a Ganges, taciturn And heedless, in the vaulted air, Poured out the treasure of its urn Into a gulf of diamond there. As architect, it tempted me To tame the ocean at its source; And this I did, - I made the sea Under a jeweled culvert course. And every colour, even black, Became prismatic, polished, bright; The liquid gave its glory back Mounted in iridescent light. There was no moon, there was no sun, - For why should sun and moon conspire To light such prodigies? - each one Blazed with its own essential fire! A silence like eternity Prevailed, there was no sound to hear; These marvels all were for the eye, And there was nothing for the ear. ~CPB ~.~