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say But when I am asleep my city's very real; and even now that I ah I could not name its streets

That's my town's one ble while in the building, ever since my boyhood; and indeed the work's

not finished yet, nor do I think it ever will be finished till I die,

since my brain's its architect When I was asleep but now, I discovered

a new villa, and an avenue of trees, and a tavern with red blinds which

I had never re but a queer

white house of which the original has fallen to ruins at Rathcoffey in

Ireland This house stood alone in a wide flat emerald plain that

stretched like an untravelled sea to a circle of curving sky There was

room to build, you see, and when I left Rathcoffey and beca went on apace There are dark lanes there fro streets from

Meran, arcades from Verona, and a park ofsilver stretch of water One day you will see

that park from the s of St Ja it within a perfect circle; and from whatever

quarter of the plain you come towards it, you only see this wall,

there's not so much as a chimney visible above it Once you have crowded

with the caravans and traders through the gates,--forstreets I think ues Mortes for his model Outside you have the flat, silent

plain, across which thelines, within

the noise of markets, the tramp of horses' hoofs, the talk of men and

women, and, if you listen hard, the whispers, too, of lovers Oh, my

city's populous! There are quiet alleys s opening onto theirl's face with the

lory, and in the shadow of the wall beneath, the

cloaked figure of a youth Well, I have a notion--" and then he broke

off abruptly "There's a black horse I own, my favourite horse"