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SESTRINA
CHAPTER I
A dusky maid stood ’neath a lone palm tree
Down Makewayo beach, on Savaii Isles;
A perfect shape and curved lips had she
As stared her bright eyes o’er the lone sea miles;
Maids have grown old, brave men seen their best day,
But she was made of terra-cotta clay—