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Once more the hunters of the dusk / Are forth to search the moorlands wide, / Among the autumn-colored hills, / And wander by the shifting tide.
All day along the haze-hung verge / They scour upon a fleeing trace, / Between the red sun and the sea, / Where haunts the vision of your face.