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New startled from her sensual dreams, Europa half-expectant lay, Revolving dimly broken gleams Of some far-off unrisen day, As one sees through dim mists of night Some far, majestic, moon-paved mountain way. On grim and barbarous couch reclined, Groped blindly toward her ultimate goal, When she through midnight of the mind Would wake to knowledge of her soul. So with a prescience all divine, She left her bestial gods behind, And turned her toward the western stars, When this old rugged, princely tar-of-tars Beat bravely out, where heaving leagues on leagues Billowed the western brine.