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A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.

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xxxv.

"The tall masts quivered as they lay afloat,

The temples and the people and the shore.
One drew a sharp knife thro' my tender throat
Slowly,—and nothing more."

xxxvi.

Whereto the other with a downward brow:

"I would the white cold heavyplunging foam,
Whirled by the wind, had rolled me deep below,
Then when I left my home."

xxxvii.

Her slow full words sank thro' the silence drear,

As thunderdrops fall on a sleeping sea:
Sndden I heard a voice that cried, "Come here,
That I may look on thee."

xxxviii.

I turning saw, throned on a flowery rise,

One sitting on a crimson scarf unrolled;
A queen, with swarthy cheeks and bold black eyes,
Browbound with burning gold.

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