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Peer of the gods he seems,

Who in thy presence

Sits and hears close to him

Thy silver speech-tones

And lovely laughter. 5

Ah, but the heart flutters

Under my bosom,

When I behold thee

Even a moment;

Utterance leaves me; 10

My tongue is useless;

A subtle fire

Runs through my body;

My eyes are sightless,

And my ears ringing; 15

I flush with fever,

And a strong trembling

Lays hold upon me;

Paler than grass am I,

Half dead for madness. 20

Yet must I, greatly

Daring, adore thee,

As the adventurous

Sailor makes seaward

For the lost sky-line 25

And undiscovered

Fabulous islands,

Drawn by the lure of

Beauty and summer

And the sea's secret. 30