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What though the gods of the eld be dead, / Here are the mountains of azure and snow, / Here are the valleys where loves are wed, / And lilies in blow.
Here are the hands that are lucid, sweet, / Wound at the wrist with an amber beading, / Folds of the seafoam to cover the feet, / Mortals misleading.