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 And to the sea she saith: "O silver sea, Fair art thou, but thou art not fair like me; Open thy white-toothed dimpled mouths and try; They laugh not the soft way I laugh at thee."

And to the sun she saith: "O golden sun, Fierce is thy burning till the day is done; But thou shalt burn mere grass and leaves, while I Shall burn the hearts of men up everyone."

O fair and dreadful is the maid who dwells Between the two seas at the Dardanelles: As fair and dread as in the ancient years; And still the world is fillèd with her spells,

O sons of men, that toil, and love with tears!