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I: Gorse-plains that flower their gold into the streams / Beneath the opal blossoms of the sky; / Sea-floods that weave their blue and purple seams; / White sails that lift the billows as they fly: / Not these in their abounding rapture vie / With love's diviner dreams.
II: Those lovers tire not when the sun is pale; / No statelier awning than a bristled tree / With branches cedared by the salten gale, / Stretched back, as if with wings that cannot flee: / They linger, and the sun departs by sea; / He spreads his crimson sail.
III: They watch him as he piles his busy deck / With golden treasure; as his sail expands; / They see him sink; they gaze upon the wreck / Through the still twilight of the silvery sands. / One cloud is left to the deserted lands: / The blue-set moon's cold fleck.
IV: They linger though the pageant hath gone by, / The opal cloud is lit o'er sea and plain; / The moon is full of one day's memory, / And tells the tale of Nature o'er again, / Its glory mingled in the soul's refrain / Under that lover's sky.