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Like pensive herds at rest upon the sands, / These to the sea-horizons turn their eyes; / Out of their folded feet and clinging hands / Bitter sharp tremblings and soft languors rise.
Some tread the thicket by the babbling stream, / Their hearts with untold secrets ill at ease; / Calling the lover of their childhood's dream, / They wound the green bark of the shooting trees.