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Hark, where Poseidon's

White racing horses

Trample with tumult

The shelving seaboard!

Older than Saturn, 5

Older than Rhea,

That mournful music,

Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm

Ceaseless, eternal, 10

Keeps the long tally

Of all things mortal.

How many lovers

Hath not its lulling

Cradled to slumber

With the ripe flowers, 15

Ere for our pleasure

This golden summer

Walked through the corn-lands

In gracious splendour! 20

How many loved ones

Will it not croon to,

In the long spring-days

Through coming ages,

When all our day-dreams 25

Have been forgotten,

And none remembers

Even thy beauty!

They too shall slumber

In quiet places, 30

And mighty sea-sounds

Call them unheeded.