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Spread sails, out oars, the galley's beak Points westward where the sunset dies. The fabled land of gold we seek, Which glows beneath the tropic skies, -- A jewelled land of Paradise; The waters round our prow are curled, White foam bells streak their turquoise blue, We leave behind the ancient world, To seek the new.
Spread sails, out oars, a path of gold Streams from the sinking sun at eve, As those bold mariners of old, Again romances wild we weave, Of splendours we would fain believe; Yon path leads on to fairyland, Which glows within the sunset's heart, We anguish for that magic strand, And so depart.