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Love, unconquerable, Waster of rich men, keeper
Of warm lights and all-night vigil
In the soft face of a girl:
Sea-wanderer, forest-visitor!
Even the pure immortals cannot escape you,
And mortal man, in his one day's dusk,
Trembles before your glory.

Sophocles (Antigone)

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Where scarce the great sea-wanderer fares with thee,
I come to take thee -- nay, ‘tis I, thy friend!
Ah, tremble not – I come to set thee free;
I come to tear this cage from off this wall,
And take thee hence to that fierce festival
Where billows march and winds are musical,
Hyming the Victor – Sea!

Watts-Dunton