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vessel swept in with the light of the morn, High on the red air its gonfalon borne; The roofs of the dwellings, the sails of the mast Mixed in the crimson the daybreak had cast.

On came the vessel:—the sword in his hand, At once from the deck leapt a stranger to land. A moment he stood, with the wind in his hair, The sunshine less golden—the silk was less fair.