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The sun goes down, and over all / These barren reaches by the tide / Such unelusive glories fall, / I almost dream they yet will bide / Until the coming of the tide.
And yet I know that not for us, / By any ecstasy of dream, / He lingers to keep luminous / A little while the grievous stream, / Which frets, uncomforted of dream-