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Yonder is Ætna purple with one cloud.
Below us the enduring water-sound
Arises, broken where the vineyard men
Sing in their houses; under and below
The long Tyrrhenian islands meet the foam;
Then the illimitable sea rolls in,
Where the lights pass; until the rosy space
Of ether deepens into olive grey;
And rays the floating purple like a hand,
Or holds the gates of light in violet waves.
Below us the enduring water-sound
Arises, broken where the vineyard men
Sing in their houses; under and below
The long Tyrrhenian islands meet the foam;
Then the illimitable sea rolls in,
Where the lights pass; until the rosy space
Of ether deepens into olive grey;
And rays the floating purple like a hand,
Or holds the gates of light in violet waves.
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