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I stood, and felt the dawn of my long Thine went astray, and that was rent in night
twain:
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Is mine, remain a vestal sister still: To the intense, the deep, the imperish-
able,
And Day, and Storm and Calm, pursue their flight,
Our ministers, along the boundless Sea, 420
Not mine but me, henceforth be thou Treading each other's heels, unheededly.