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Just above yon sandy bar, / As the day grows fainter and dimmer, / Lonely and lovely, a single star / Lights the air with a dusky glimmer
Into the ocean faint and far / Falls the trail of its golden splendor, / And the gleam of that single star / Is ever refulgent, soft, and tender.
Chrysaor, rising out of the sea, / Showed thus glorious and thus emulous, / Leaving the arms of Callirrhoe, / Forever tender, soft, and tremulous.
Thus o'er the ocean faint and far / Trailed the gleam of his falchion brightly; / Is it a God, or is it a star / That, entranced, I gaze on nightly!