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And he still said nought, but, subduing his head
He wander'd one day in a dubious spell
Of unutterable thought of the truth unsaid,
To the indolent shore, and he gather'd a shell,
And he shaped its point to his passionate mouth,
And he turn'd to a bank and began to blow,
While the Amazons trained in a troop below—
Blew soft and sweet as a kiss of the south.
He wander'd one day in a dubious spell
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To the indolent shore, and he gather'd a shell,
And he shaped its point to his passionate mouth,
And he turn'd to a bank and began to blow,
While the Amazons trained in a troop below—
Blew soft and sweet as a kiss of the south.
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