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XLV
Red flashed the sun across the deck,Slow flapped the idle sail, and slow
The black ship cradled to and fro.
Afar my city lay, a speck
Of white against a line of blue;
Hard by, half-lounging on the deck,
Some comrades chatted, two by two.
I held a new-filled glass of wine,
And with the Mate talked as in play
Of fierce events of yesterday,
To coax his light life into mine.
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