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/ Cast on sleep there came to me / Three Urgandas; and the sea / In lost lands of Briogne / Sounded moaning, moaning: / Cloudy clad in awful white; / And each face a lucid light / Rayed and blossomed out of night, -- / And a wind was groaning.
/ In my sleep I saw them rest, / Each a long hand at her breast, / A soft flame that lulls the West; -- / And the sea was moaning, moaning; -- / Hair like hoarded ingots rolled / Down white shoulders glossy gold, / Streaks of molten moonlight cold, -- / And a wind was groaning.