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XXII. PHOSPHORESCENT SEA. (I.)
The sea scarce heaves in its calm sleep,
The wind has not awakened yet
Tho' in its dreams it seems to fret,
For, ever and again, the deep
Hearkens a sigh that steals along
As might some echo of sad song:
The wind has not awakened yet
Tho' in its dreams it seems to fret,
For, ever and again, the deep
Hearkens a sigh that steals along
As might some echo of sad song:
Ah, there the wind stirs! Lo, the dark
Dim sea's on fire around our barque.
Dim sea's on fire around our barque.
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