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Just as the sun went bathing in a sea / Of liquid amber, flecked with caps of gold, I told / The sweet old story unto Geraldine, my Queen, / Who long hath made the whole of life for me.
But though she smiled upon me yesterday, / And heaven seemed near because she was so kind, I find / She held me but as one of many men; and then / Dismissed me in her proud, yet gracious way.