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MOONLIGHT.

A SCENE.

On the bright margin of Italia's shore,
Beneath the glance of summer-noon we stray,
And, indolently happy, ask no more
Than cooling airs, that o'er the ocean play;
And watch the bark, that, on the busy strand,
Washed by the sparkling tide, awaits the gale,
Till, high among the shrouds, the sailor-band
Gallantly shout, and raise the swelling sail.
On the broad deck a various group recline,
Touched with the moonlight, yet half-hid in shade,
Who, silent, watch the bark the coast resign,
The Pharos lessen, and the mountains fade.

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We, indolently happy, ask alone
The wandering airs, which o'er the ocean stray,
To bring some sad Venetian sonnet's tone,
From that lone vessel floating far away!