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Rh But Una with unclosing eyes Looks long towards the South; The spray hangs diamonds on her hair, A smile is on her mouth.

Now Una's lover in the wood, The wood beside the shore. He breathes his passion to the night “Oh, love me, love, a-stór.”

He kneels beside another maid, She leans to hear him speak, His arm is on her shoulder wlute, Her kiss is on his cheek.

But Una, lone upon the shore, Cares naught for what may be; She smiles beneath the changing sky, On shadow-haunted sea.