She was that ship, that sea, that syren land;
And she was here, her hand shut in his hand.
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Here, O wanderer, here is the hill and the harbor,
Farer and follower, here the Hesperides.
Here wings the Halcyon down through the glamorous arbor,
Here is the end of the seas.
Have you heard music at morning of far sea singing?
Have you heard singing over the water at dark?
This was the music you heard here forever reringing,
Only the thrush, O hark!
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