Themes and Variations/Wednesday

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WEDNESDAY.

Come, let’s be friends. This day of bliss
 Was surely meant for happy eyes.
Or sign, at least, an armistice
 Till quarrelling winds arise.

On this green headland we will stay
 Till day has spent his golden hoard;
See the cloud-shadows on the Bay
 Mark out a chequer-board.

These ships shall be our playing men;
 Mine is the schooner, calm-bestead;
Yours is the brig that tacks in vain
 To clear the Burning Head.

Mine, mine has won! She fills, she soars,
 She sails into the azure day;
A wild wind shakes the mountain doors,
 And sweeps our board away!

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