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[Sleep breathes upon the village]
Sleep breathes upon the village,
The sea lies gray and still,
The sun is slowly sinking
Behind the sheltering hill;
The sea lies gray and still,
The sun is slowly sinking
Behind the sheltering hill;
His latest glance is nestling
Beneath the ivy-spray,
That crests the ruined castle
Glassed in the silent bay.
Beneath the ivy-spray,
That crests the ruined castle
Glassed in the silent bay.
The white-winged boats are gliding
Into their waveless fold,
The sky is softly weeping,
The flower is scarcely cold.
Into their waveless fold,
The sky is softly weeping,
The flower is scarcely cold.
The hum of day still lingers
Around the darkening quay,
And a delicious longing
Is stealing over me.
Around the darkening quay,
And a delicious longing
Is stealing over me.
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