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  I gathered with a careless hand,

    There where the waters night and day

    Are languid in the idle bay,

  A little heap of golden sand;

    And, as I saw it, in my sight

    Awoke a vision brief and bright,

  A city in a pleasant land.

  I saw no mound of earth, but fair

    Turrets and domes and citadels,

    With murmuring of many bells;

  The spires were white in the blue air,

    And men by thousands went and came,

    Rapid and restless, and like flame

  Blown by their passions here and there.

  With careless hand I swept away

    The little mound before I knew;

    The visioned city vanished too,

  And fall'n beneath my fingers lay.

    Ah God! how many hast Thou seen,

    Cities that are not and have been,

  By silent hill and idle bay!