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We walked in the dew, in the drowsy starlight / To the sleepless, sleepy sound / Of insects singing in the low sea-meadows / For miles and miles around; / With a wheel and a whirr the resistless rhythm / Trembled incessantly; / Antares was red in the sky before us, / And behind us, the blackness of the sea.