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POEMS.
I sat and watched the eternal flow
Of those smooth billows toward the shore,
While quivering lines of light below,
Ran with them on the ocean floor,
Of those smooth billows toward the shore,
While quivering lines of light below,
Ran with them on the ocean floor,
Till, from the deep, there seemed to rise
White arms upon the waves outspread,
Young faces, lit with soft blue eyes,
And smooth, round cheeks, just touched with red.
White arms upon the waves outspread,
Young faces, lit with soft blue eyes,
And smooth, round cheeks, just touched with red.
Their long, fair tresses, tinged with gold,
Lay floating on the ocean streams,
And such their brows as bards behold—
Love-stricken bards, in morning dreams.
Lay floating on the ocean streams,
And such their brows as bards behold—
Love-stricken bards, in morning dreams.
Then moved their coral lips; a strain
Low, sweet and sorrowful I heard,
As if the murmurs of the main
Were shaped to syllable and word.
Low, sweet and sorrowful I heard,
As if the murmurs of the main
Were shaped to syllable and word.