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IN Thule lived a monarch,
Still faithful to the grave,
To whom his dying mistressA golden goblet gave
Beyond all price he deem'd it,

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and
The traveller hastens toward the town,  And the tide rises, the tide falls