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III.
‘It lies far over the Western water.
(Oh sweet is the rose in the fresh Spring-time!)
Under the arch of the sun at setting,
‘Twixt gold of sunset and dusk of night,
Under the sound of the sea-winds' fretting;
In the purple heart of the marish mist,
That the shafts of the dying day have kiss'd,
Under the ceiling where stars are bright,
There is the home of the marsh-king's daughter.’
(Oh sweet is the rose in the fresh Spring-time!)
Under the arch of the sun at setting,
‘Twixt gold of sunset and dusk of night,
Under the sound of the sea-winds' fretting;
In the purple heart of the marish mist,
That the shafts of the dying day have kiss'd,
Under the ceiling where stars are bright,
There is the home of the marsh-king's daughter.’
Weary of life, I answered and said,
‘O wind of the Western water!
My hopes lie close in the house of the dead;
But I will go,’ I answered and said,
‘To seek for the marsh-king's daughter.’
‘O wind of the Western water!
My hopes lie close in the house of the dead;
But I will go,’ I answered and said,
‘To seek for the marsh-king's daughter.’
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