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II.
THE FAIR MAID AND THE SUN.
O sons of men, that toil, and love with tears!
Know ye, O sons of men, the maid who dwells
Between the two seas at the Dardanelles?
Her face hath charmed away the change of years,
And all the world is fillèd with her spells.
No task is hers for ever, but the play
Of setting forth her beauty day by day:
There in your midst, O sons of men that toil,
She laughs the long eternity away.
