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NEREIA
Are sharp thorns compared with thee,
Thorns, compared with thee, Love!
Also, they must fade away,
Not for long the tree is gay—
Thou, once born, wilt live for aye,
Thou wilt live for aye, Love!”
Thereon, another, at Nereia’s side,
Her favourite damsel, took the song and sang:
“Warm blue eyes, blue as the sea,
Eyes as living as the sea,
Are cold as Death, Love, without thee,
Death-cold without thee, Love!
Touch them, Love! Ah, golden day!
See what these glad sparkles say!
Thou, once born, wilt live for aye,
Thou wilt live for aye, Love!’
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