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THE THREE GRAY SISTERS.

Would break the silence, or the restless sea's

Low moaning, as the wavelets stirred

'Mong weed-fringed rocks along the shore.

Across the waste of waters gleamed

A glorious, diamond-paved way.

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Where'er one went, it always lay

Sparkling before him, and, unless he dreamed,

Poseidon's chariot and the play

Of Tritons would he see at times!

Olympus, where the immortals dwell,

Looks down upon the radiant sea.

The gods were holding revelry

In Zeus the father's splendid citadel;

The nectar flowed right merrily,

And merrily flowed the ruby wine.

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