 | Under the dawn |  |
5.
The great ships steal along—I muse, I think
Of wonders that their keels shall soon traverse;
I mark the mariners our islets nurse,
Clustered in gazing circles on the brink
Of pier and shore, watching slow topmasts sink,
As many a hardy story they rehearse;
Waste regions I divide with fancy terse,
And unintelligible joys I drink.
Of wonders that their keels shall soon traverse;
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Clustered in gazing circles on the brink
Of pier and shore, watching slow topmasts sink,
As many a hardy story they rehearse;
Waste regions I divide with fancy terse,
And unintelligible joys I drink.
The spirit of the universe is mine,
Perhaps most of all in such a quiet scene,
Where floating logs along the river line
Give motion to an endless waste serene,
And here and there black rocking boats combine
To hint at life that elsewise had not been.
Perhaps most of all in such a quiet scene,
Where floating logs along the river line
Give motion to an endless waste serene,
And here and there black rocking boats combine
To hint at life that elsewise had not been.
| Under the dawn | |