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Cloud maidens that float on for ever,

Dew-sprinkled, fleet bodies, and fair,

Let us rise from our Sire’s loud river,

Great Ocean, and soar through the air

To the peaks of the pine-covered mountains where the pines hang as tresses of hair.

Let us seek the watch-towers undaunted,

Where the well-watered corn-fields abound,

And through murmurs of rivers nymph-haunted

The songs of the sea-waves resound;

And the sun in the sky never wearies of spreading his radiance around.

Let us cast off the haze

Of the mists from our band,

Till with far-seeing gaze

We may look on the land.