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Wearily stretches the sand to the surge, and the surge to the cloudland; / Wearily onward I ride, watching the water alone.
Not as of old, like Homeric Achilles, ? ? de? ya? ? ? , / Joyous knight-errant of God, thirsting for labour and strife; / No more on magical steed borne free through the regions of ether, / But, like the hack which I ride, selling my sinew for gold.