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 And her lips breathe back to the breeze The kiss that the wind's lips waft her From the sun that subsides, and sees No gleam of the storm's dawn after.

And the wastes of the wild sea-marches Where the borderers are matched in their might-- Bleak fens that the sun's weight parches, Dense waves that reject his light-- Change under the change-coloured arches Of changeless morning and night

The waves are as ranks enrolled Too close for the storm to sever: