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Like moody beasts they lie along the sands;, / Look where the sky against the sea-rim clings: / Foot stretches out to foot, and groping hands / Have languors soft and bitter shudderings.
Some, smitten hearts with the long secrecies, / On velvet moss, deep in their bowers' ease, / Prattling the love of timid infancies, / Are tearing the green bark from the young trees.