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A QUEST.

LL in the summer even,
 When sea and sky were bright,
As royally the sunset
 Went forth to meet the night,

My Love and I were sailing
 Into the shining West,
To find some Happy Island,
 Some Paradise of rest.

We steered where sunset splendor
 Made golden all the shore;
The rocks behind its brightness
 Were cruel as before.