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 Sea-like, re-flashing golden love and joy. And having gain’d her life’s whole treasure from The generous-hearted ocean, also this She look’d to have from the same loving hand. And did not look in vain, for, not long since, Over the shifting waters, like a breeze To bring the day new freshness, had there come A gift indeed, a word ineffable, Meet to give thanks for—how the mighty Prince Who is the lord of all lands round about, The loving lord of very loving lands: Whose goodly grace o’erflowing flings abroad, Thro’ all his realm, delight: as when the sun At evening overswells his brimming disc, And, flooded with pure fire, the rich air glows (This is at sunset, but the Prince breathes yet Morn’s unspent vigour): how this royal lord, Extoll’d of all for beauty and for power, Bless’d and belov’d of all, sought yet one gift,— The crowning glory of Nereia’s love.