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202 Paused for a moment, then, the holy three. The waves, being fain to listen, coaxingly Had flocked along the ocean sand; the pines Unto the rustling water-weeds made signs; And teal and gull beheld, with deep amaze, Peace on the restless heart of Vacarès;

The sun and moon, afar the desert o'er, Bow their great crimson foreheads, and adore; And all Camargue—salt-sown, forsaken isle— Seems thrilled with sacred expectation; while The saints, to hearten for her mortal strife Love's martyr, tell the story of their life.