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"A wilderness of building, sinking far

And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth,

Far sinking into splendour--without end:

Fabric it seeold,

With alabaster do terrace upon terrace, high

Uplifted"

WORDSWORTH

But when, after a sleep, which, although dreamless, yet left behind it a

sense of past blessedness, I awoke in the full , I found, indeed,

that the room was still my own; but that it looked abroad upon an

unknown landscape of forest and hill and dale on the one side--and on

the other, upon the reat fountain, the crest of

which now flashed glorious in the sun, and cast on the pavement beneath

a shower of faint shadows from the waters that fell froreeably to all authentic accounts of the treatment of travellers in

Fairy Land, I found by ,

just such as I was in the habit of wearing; for, though varied

sufficiently from the one removed, it was yet in complete accordance

with my tastes I dressed myself in this, and went out The whole palace

shone like silver in the sun The marble was partly dull and partly

polished; and every pinnacle, dome, and turret ended in a ball, or cone,

or cusp of silver It was like frost-work, and too dazzling, in the sun,

for earthly eyes like mine

I will not atte, that all