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The last place for a waterfall, no mountains or valleys,
/ horizons flat as summer seas, then from thirty miles,
/ a white tower…
The last place for a waterfall, no mountains or valleys,
/ horizons flat as summer seas, then from thirty miles,
/ a white tower…
So hushed, so hot, the broad Zambesi lies
/ Above the Falls, and on her weedy isles
/ Swing antic monkeys swarm malignant…
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