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Soft was the wind in the beech-trees;

Low was the surf on the shore;

In the blue dusk one planet

Like a great sea-pharos shone.

But nothing to me were the sea-sounds, 5

The wind and the yellow star,

When over my breast the banner

Of your golden hair was spread.