Come my friends.... ’Tis not too late to seek a newer world. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down.... It may be we shall touch the happy isles. Yet our purpose holds ... to sail beyond the sunset. _Ulysses_] These were the first anemones-- God only in his heaven sees How moving on their small green feet They blossomed in a London street, From a cool valley, as I guess, Beneath a hill in Lyonesse.…
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