And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,


Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;


And here were forests ancient as the hills,


Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.


But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted


Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!


A savage place! as holy and enchanted


As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted


By woman wailing for her demon-lover!



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, “Kubla Khan”



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