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Peer of the gods he seems, / Who in thy presence / Sits and hears close to him / Thy silver speech-tones / And lovely laughter.
Ah, but the heart flutters / Under my bosom, / When I behold thee / Even a moment; / Utterance leaves me;
My tongue is useless; / A subtle fire / Runs through my body; / My eyes are sightless, / And my ears ringing;
I flush with fever, / And a strong trembling / Lays hold upon me; / Paler than grass am I, / Half dead for madness.
Yet must I, greatly / Daring, adore thee, / As the adventurous / Sailor makes seaward / For the lost sky-line
And undiscovered / Fabulous islands, / Drawn by the lure of / Beauty and summer / And the sea's secret.