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Rh The human hearts round which they wove Their threads of superhuman love— These were too dear and desolate To sink to fallen man's estate; The gods who loved them loosed the seas, Struck free the barriers of the deep, That rolled in one careering sweep And filled the land, as 't were a grave, And left no beauteous remnant, save Those hill-tops called the Celebes.