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[I saw a yacht, in gay career]
I saw a yacht, in gay career,
Glide like a swan along the stream,
The jewelled empress of her sphere,
And glitt'ring brilliants flung a beam,
A halo round the ivory neck,
And seanymphs walked the foaming wake,
And streamers fanned the golden deck,
And mirth flew o'er the crystal lake.
Glide like a swan along the stream,
The jewelled empress of her sphere,
And glitt'ring brilliants flung a beam,
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And seanymphs walked the foaming wake,
And streamers fanned the golden deck,
And mirth flew o'er the crystal lake.
I saw the flame-girt sun arise,
And gild the concave in his march,
And saw the rainbow span the skies,
And tinge the beauty's flower-wreathed arch,
When, amid a golden flood,
He slowly sought his vesper dome,
And decked the fair, and perfumed wood,
But left behind impervious gloom.
And gild the concave in his march,
And saw the rainbow span the skies,
And tinge the beauty's flower-wreathed arch,
When, amid a golden flood,
He slowly sought his vesper dome,
And decked the fair, and perfumed wood,
But left behind impervious gloom.
I saw the silver crescent float
Amid the mantling rack on high,
And oft was heard the warbler's note
Breathe o'er the wild rich melody;
And flashing stars, her gilded train,
Like love on beauty, mildly wait,
But faint, fleet, transient, was her reign,
And silent as the realm of fate.
Amid the mantling rack on high,
And oft was heard the warbler's note
Breathe o'er the wild rich melody;
And flashing stars, her gilded train,
Like love on beauty, mildly wait,
But faint, fleet, transient, was her reign,
And silent as the realm of fate.
I saw a blushing lily bloom,
And o'er the lone and desert heath
Fling on Zephyr soft perfume,
Like the stainless virgin's breath;
There hung the beryl, and the gem,
And by there blushed the violet,
The myrtle waved, love's diadem,—
And stately rose the mignonette.
And o'er the lone and desert heath
Fling on Zephyr soft perfume,
Like the stainless virgin's breath;
There hung the beryl, and the gem,
And by there blushed the violet,
The myrtle waved, love's diadem,—
And stately rose the mignonette.
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I saw amid the myrtle grove
The gentle nymph of purity,
The graces round her fair form move,
And revel in their ecstasy;
And oh! my heart, at Mary's name,
Mutely confessed the charms of love,
And every fair breeze fanned the flame,
Whose radiance brightest glows above.
The gentle nymph of purity,
The graces round her fair form move,
And revel in their ecstasy;
And oh! my heart, at Mary's name,
Mutely confessed the charms of love,
And every fair breeze fanned the flame,
Whose radiance brightest glows above.
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