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Then let the twisten ropes upheave the whitest of canvas,
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Wherewith splendid shall gleam the tallest spars of the top-mast,
These seeing sans delay with joy exalting my spirit
Well shall I wot boon Time sets thee returning before me."
Such were the mandates which stored at first in memory constant
Faded from Theseus' mind like mists, compelled by the whirlwind,
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Fleet from äerial crests of mountains hoary with snow-drifts.