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Pale as a petulant star, / She held up her face to his love; / Her spirit from his dwelt afar / As the sky from the sea is above.
Yet he gazed till her whiteness was rose, / Dawn bright with the morning above -- / As the sea from the sky wakes and glows, / So his image was mirrored in love.