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I

It bends far over Yell’ham Plain,
   And we, from Yell’ham Height,
Stand and regard its fiery train,
   So soon to swim from sight.

II

It will return long years hence, when
   As now its strange swift shine
Will fall on Yell’ham; but not then
   On that sweet form of thine.

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