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I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more.
All round the room my silent servants wait,
My friends in every season, bright and dim.
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue;
A string which hath no discord.
Within the midnight of her hair,
Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.
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