Now the frosty stars are gone:
I have watched them one by one,
Fading on the shores of Dawn.
Round and full the glorious sun
Walks with level step the spray,
Through this vestibule of Day,
While the wolves that late did howl
Slink to dens...

From “The Tempest,” Act I. Sc. 2.
I.
COME unto these yellow sands,
    And then take hands;
Court’sied when you have, and kissed.
    (The wild waves whist!)
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
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