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THE SEA-SHORE.
I strayed on the shore at that dear hour of even,
When the waters are wooed by the sighing night-breeze;—
When the calm stars had met in the dark-azured heaven,
And the moon scattered beauty and light o'er the seas.
When the waters are wooed by the sighing night-breeze;—
When the calm stars had met in the dark-azured heaven,
And the moon scattered beauty and light o'er the seas.
All—all was so silent and slumberous around—
In such breathless repose all the scene seemed to lie—
Even the waves shorewards rolled with a low dreamy sound,
And disputed with Echo her tremulous sigh.
In such breathless repose all the scene seemed to lie—
Even the waves shorewards rolled with a low dreamy sound,
And disputed with Echo her tremulous sigh.
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O! 'tis balm to the spirits—'tis bliss to the soul,
Such a moment of solitude, rest, and delight;
While the blue waves in tranquil sublimity roll,
And beauteously awful grow heaven and the night!
Such a moment of solitude, rest, and delight;
While the blue waves in tranquil sublimity roll,
And beauteously awful grow heaven and the night!
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