document.write("Or a Vision in a Dream. A Fragment<br /><br />In Xanadu did Kubla Khan<br />A stately pleasure dome decree:<br />Where Alph, the sacred river, ran<br />Through caverns measureless to man<br />    Down to a sunless sea.<br />So twice five miles of fertile ground<br />With walls and towers were girdled round:<br />And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,<br />Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;<br />And here were forests ancient as the hills,<br />Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.<br /><br />But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted<br />Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!<br />A savage place! as holy and enchanted<br />As e\\\'er beneath a waning moon was haunted<br />By woman wailing for her demon lover!<br />And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,<br />As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,<br />A mighty fountain momently was forced:<br />Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst<br />Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,<br />Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher\\\'s flail:<br />And \\\'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever<br />It flung up momently the sacred river.<br />Five miles meandering with a mazy motion<br />Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,<br />Then reached the caverns measureless to man,<br />And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:<br />And \\\'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far<br />Ancestral voices prophesying war!<br /><br />    The shadow of the dome of pleasure<br />    Floated midway on the waves;<br />    Where was heard the mingled measure<br />    From the fountain and the caves. <br />It was a miracle of rare device,<br />A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!<br />     A damsel with a dulcimer<br />    In a vision once I saw;<br />    It was an Abyssinian maid,<br />    And on her dulcimer she played,<br />    Singing of Mount Abora.<br />    Could I revive within me<br />    Her symphony and song,<br />    To such a deep delight \\\'twould win me,<br />That with music loud and long,<br />I would build that dome in air,<br />That sunny dome! those caves of ice!<br />And all who heard should see them there,<br />And all should cry, Beware! Beware!<br />His flashing eyes, his floating hair!<br />Weave a circle round him thrice,<br />And close your eyes with holy dread,<br />For he on honey-dew hath fed,<br />And drunk the milk of Paradise.");