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In Carmel pines the summer wind
 * Sings like a distant sea.

O harps of green, your murmurs find
 * An echoing chord in me!

On Carmel shore the breakers moan
 * Like pines that breast a gale.

O whence, ye winds and billows, flown
 * To cry your wordless tale?

Perchance the crimson sunsets drown
 * In waters whence ye sped;

Perchance the sinking stars go down
 * To seek the Isles ye fled.