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 For the wind-scourged water Would flee the ships, And the mud would open Her soft smooth lips.

So the isles are sacred From alien tread, Since the slime can swallow And keep her dead.

Who can know her secrets? The blue sky might— (Cloudless-hot in daytime,    Star-gemmed at night).

To and fro for ever The water swings, And the gulls fly over, For they have wings.