Sheer into dream, ten thousand leagues, you fell;
And now you lie green-golden, while a bell
Swings with the tide, my heart; and all is well
Till I look down, and wavering, the spell-
Your loveliness- returns. There in the sea
Where you lie amber-pale and coral-cool,
You are most loved, most lost, most beautiful.
-Genevieve Taggard
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