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TO THE MAIL STEAMER.
O stately mailship, weighing for the north,Carry this message to my home for me:
Tell them that I would fain and gladly forth,
With thee northwestwards o'er the Indian sea.
O stately mailship, tell them that my eyes
Followed thy foamy track across the bay,
And followed it in such a wistful wise
As if my sight would follow it away.
Tell them, O stately mailship, that my thought
Started with thee, but took so swift a flight,
That, ere thy circling screw the waters caught,
It had the chalk cliffs of my home in sight.
And tell them, stately ship, that, when I come,
I will stay longer than thou stay'st at home.
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