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 YES like summer twilight grey, Tranquil as the sleeping sea ; With a light from far away Shining softly all for me. Hands that on the ruddy sands Gleam with whiteness, pale and fair, With the gems of many lands Resting, strangely homelike, there. Lips half-parted, where mine eyes Watch the words she will not speak ; Watch the throbbing thoughts that rise With the flush that rounds her cheek.