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Sand and sea, and white gull's fluttering feather / Down upon the beach, the salt pool's fee. / Birds have left to storm and the wind's tether / Sand and Sea.
Warm and bright those southern ports may be, / Here, the ribald winter rules the weather / Crying in the bending, tossing tree:
We are two -- sweetheart -- and care not whether / Summer reign, or Winter -- so that we / Live and love, as close as kiss together / Sand and Sea.