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White and golden Lizzie stood,
Like a lily in a flood,
Like a rock of blue-veined stone
Lashed by tides obstreperously,–
Like a beacon left alone
In a hoary roaring sea,
Sending up a golden fire,–
Like a fruit-crowned orange-tree
White with blossoms honey-sweet
Sore beset by wasp and bee,–
Like a royal virgin town
Topped with gilded dome and spire
Close beleaguered by a fleet
Mad to tear her standard down.
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