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Up from deep Ocean to seek the far Northland
Soars on broad pinions the lonely wild swan.
Below him he hears the loud clang of the marshes,
Yet dare not descend their dread waters upon.
As he passes high-sailing he notes in the pearltree
Two halcyons are building their beautiful dome.
High up in the glittering branches they build it,
That no jealous bullet may reach their bright home.
True is it that riches attract the ill-wisher,
And gods too resentful the high-placed must rue.
Yet I who but wander alone and deserted
Can never awaken the hunter's halloo.
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