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Here on the rock Zeus lifted from the waves,
I shall await the waking of the dawn,
Lying beneath the weight of dark as one
Lies breathless till the lover shall awake.
And with the sun, the sea shall cover me;
I shall be less than the dissolving foam,
Murmuring and melting on the ebbing tide.
I shall be less than spindrift, less than shells—
And yet I shall be greater than the gods;