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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.

Till heaven darkened, and the rain, Smoking athwart the watery plain, Fell down with wintry weather;