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Heaven and the sea attend the dying day, / And in their sadness overflow and blend -- / Faint gold, and windy blue, and green and gray: / Far out amid them my pale soul I send.
For, as they mingle, so mix life and death; / An hour draws near when my day too will die; / Already I forecast unheaving breath, / Eviction on the moorland of yon sky.