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 From the high rock straight to Nereia’s feet: But still no vessel.

Then Nereia spake: “At dawn he will be here; the sleeping breeze Will wake at dawn, and quickly bring him here; And he shall find me watching when he comes! Here on the terrace will I bide, until Day breaks; yea, here a vigil will I keep, I and my maidens with me.” So they stay’d, She and her maidens, there; but presently Longing for rest grew all too much for them, The dainty maidens, and they sank to sleep. But she, that bore within her breast a heart Throbbing with expectation and strange joy, Desired not sleep, but kept wide-open eyes, Lest suddenly the breeze should blow again, And bring him to the shore, unseen, unhail’d.