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ocean's magic and its scent, The salt and pearls of it, They harried and hounded me on the shore darkling, That I upraised my hands in despair, To cling to the golden glimmer of starlight

Into the giant shadow of the sun I plunged, In the pallid mist I encountered the red moon, That wept above an ocean teeming with dallying angels And flutteringly to us they upraised Their hands and their pinions, Through which a lily-light trickled, That made me weep my rapture into the light Aloof from us the slopes were mutely in tumult, In the dim unending depths, Where time and creatures and eternity Strove with black talons, hovering above abysses In wordless triumph I returned to the age-old land Where once as a glow-worm I glowed in the green thicket Where I was all, Water and metal,