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324 Sets the violet-crown in her hair, Turns an unstained brow to the sky.

Let us stand by the earth-shaking sea Unfurrowed by a hull, Let us move among beeches and oaks Unprofaned by loud speech; Let us reverence the sacred earth And the roar of unbridled falls And the crash of an untamed sea, Let us shade our eyes from the sun And gaze through the fluttering leaves Far, most far; Shall we see her hill And the marble front of her house And herself, standing calm, Many-coloured, triumphant, austere?