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Will you glimmer on the sea? / will you fling your spear-head / on the shore? / what note shall we pitch? / we have a song, / on the bank we share our arrows; / the loosed string tells our note:
O flight, / bring her swiftly to our song. / she is great, / we measure her by the pine trees.