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(_Pericles_, Act V. Scene I)
This is the song Marina sang / To forlorn Pericles: / Silver the young voice rang. / The gray beard blew about his knees, / And the hair of his bowed head, like a veil, / Fell over his cheeks and blent with it: / He knew not anything. / Above him the Tyrian fold / Of the curtain billowed, fringed with gold, / As might beseem a king. / Sunset was rose on every sail / That did along the far sea flit, / And rose on the cedarn deck / Of the ship that at anchor swayed; / And the harbour was golden-lit. / He lifted not his neck / At the coming of the maid. / She swept him with her eyes, / As though some tender wing / Just touched a bleaching wreck / In sheeted sand that lies; / Then she began to sing.