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Far over the summer sea,

Ere the white-eyed stars wax pale,

From the groves where a nightingale

Wails a mystical melody,

I turn my ghostly sail

Away, away,

To follow a face I see

Far over the summer sea.

Far over the summer sea,

Ere the cliff which highest soars

From the foam re-echoing shores

Reddens all rosily,

Where the witch-white water roars,

Far on, far on,

Thro’ the night I follow thee

Far over the summer sea.

Far over the summer sea,

When the great gold moon low lies

In the purple-deepened skies

I drift on tearfully

Till a spirit form doth rise

Low down, low down,

‘ Twixt the orbed moon and me

Far over the summer sea.

Far over the summer sea

With thy foam-cold limbs wound sweet

‘ Round hair and throat and feet

To slay me utterly;

At each mad, hot heart beat

A kiss, a kiss,

To drain the soul with thee,

Deep, deep in the summer sea.