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And to the sea she saith: "O silver sea,
Fair art thou, but thou art not fair like me;
Open thy white-toothed dimpled mouths and try;
They laugh not the soft way I laugh at thee."
And to the sun she saith: "O golden sun,
Fierce is thy burning till the day is done;
But thou shalt burn mere grass and leaves, while I
Shall burn the hearts of men up everyone."
O fair and dreadful is the maid who dwells
Between the two seas at the Dardanelles:
As fair and dread as in the ancient years;
And still the world is fillèd with her spells,
O sons of men, that toil, and love with tears!
