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Soft was the wind in the beech-trees; / Low was the surf on the shore; / In the blue dusk one planet / Like a great sea-pharos shone.
But nothing to me were the sea-sounds, / The wind and the yellow star, / When over my breast the banner / Of your golden hair was spread.