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Love unfurled his silken sail,

And in his boat of ivory pale

Went sliding down the weather.

By sunny shores of golden isles

Their hills o'ertopped for miles on miles

With ruddy helms of heather.

Over seas to a shady bay,

Where, lotus-locked, enchanted lay

He and his boat together,

Unwotting of the days that flew

In one long monotone of blue,

From waning summer's tether.

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