 | Tiresias |  |
On the warmed beach they breathe the summer wind,
And wear a transient pallor of the moon,
Where sprinkled snug, like sheep ere breaking dawn,
They rest in dreams of never-ending bliss.
And meanwhile rising clear from ocean gloom,
Creeps, white-lipped, hissing, the returning tide.
And wear a transient pallor of the moon,
Where sprinkled snug, like sheep ere breaking dawn,
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And meanwhile rising clear from ocean gloom,
Creeps, white-lipped, hissing, the returning tide.
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