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Far down, where virgin silence reigns,
 * In jasper evenings of the sea,
 * I toss my pearls, I wait for thee.

The sea hath lent me all its stains:
 * It is but treasure-house of me.

The corals of the sea have caught
 * A Titan shell whose fragile dome
 * Is crimson o'er mine ocean home,

Mine opal chambers subtly wrought
 * In semblance of the shaken foam.

Oh! come! and thou shalt dream with me
 * By violet foam at twilight tost
 * On strands of ocean islets lost

To prows that seek them wearily,
 * O'er seas by questing sunsets crost.