- Just above yon sandy bar,
- As the day grows fainter and dimmer,
- Lonely and lovely, a single star
- Lights the air with a dusky glimmer.
- Into the ocean, faint and far,
- Falls the trail of Its golden splendor;
- And the gleam of that single star
- Is ever refulgent, soft, and tender.
- Chrysaor, rising out of the sea,
- Showed thus glorious and thus emulous,
- Leaving the arms of Callirrhoe,
- For ever tender, soft, and tremulous.
- Thus, o'er the ocean, faint and far,
- Trailed the gleam of his falchion brightly:
- Is it a god, or is it a star,
- That, entranced, I gaze on nightly!
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