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The lilac line of shore, a shimmering frame
For the waves' ardent blue Sea; meadow-lands
Flecked with foam-flow'rs, white buds that know no name.
Faintly dusk-shadows tremble in the sky
Where Darkness, wanton-eyed, aloofly stands,
Lulled by the music of the sea-gull's cry.
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