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In the fair morning of his life, / When his pure heart lay in his breast, / Panting, with all that wild unrest / To plunge into the great world's strife
That fills young hearts with mad desire, / He saw a sunset. Red and gold / The burning billows surged and rolled, / And upward tossed their caps of fire.