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Her hands unclasped, down to her feet
 My flowers unnoticed shook;
I leaned and followed with my gaze
 Her glad and eager look.

I saw a boat sweep round the rock,
 Rowed with a steady grace;
I saw the fisher's manly form,
 His brown and handsome face.

"For love of her, to victory
 He his brave squadron led,
Then broke his true heart, and her scarf
 Pillowed his dying head.

"So died this knight of Normandy,
 Died with his sword unstained;"
I know not that she heard my words,
 So near the boat had gained.

I said, Heaven bless her, in my heart,
 She had no thought for me;
I turned away and left them there
 Beside the beating sea.

Behind me lay the sweet moonlight,
 My shadow went before,
And passed a dark and gloomy shape
 Before me through the door.