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Sea-Change

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Wind-flicked and ruddy her young body glowed     In sunny shallows, splashing them to spray;     But when on rippled, silver sand she lay,     And over her the little green waves flowed,     Coldly translucent and moon-coloured showed     Her frail young beauty, as if rapt away     From all the light and laughter of the day     To some twilit, forlorn sea-god's abode.     Again into the sun with happy cry     She leapt alive and sparkling from the sea,     Sprinkling white spray against the hot blue sky,     A laughing girl ... and yet, I see her lie     Under a deeper tide eternally     In cold moon-coloured immortality.

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