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THE EVENING BREEZE.
I come from the deeps, where the mermaiden twines
In her bowers of amber, her garlands of shells;
Where the buds are of gold, and of chrystal the vines,
Where the spirit of music unchangingly dwells.
I breath'd on the harp at Eolus' cave,
And the strain as it rose, glided onwards with me;
No dwelling on earth, but my home is the wave,
And my couch is the Coral Grove, deep in the Sea.
In her bowers of amber, her garlands of shells;
Where the buds are of gold, and of chrystal the vines,
Where the spirit of music unchangingly dwells.
I breath'd on the harp at Eolus' cave,
And the strain as it rose, glided onwards with me;
No dwelling on earth, but my home is the wave,
And my couch is the Coral Grove, deep in the Sea.
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Has thy heart ever dream'd of some fanciful bow'rs,
That ceas'd, on thy waking, to ravish thy sight?
It was I, that arose on the wings of the hours,
And gave to thy view all those scenes of delight.
Would'st thou have all those visions so charming to view?
Wouldst thou dwell with the moon that now beams upon thee?
To the hopes and the fears of the earth bid adieu,
And fly to the Coral Grove, deep in the Sea!
That ceas'd, on thy waking, to ravish thy sight?
It was I, that arose on the wings of the hours,
And gave to thy view all those scenes of delight.
Would'st thou have all those visions so charming to view?
Wouldst thou dwell with the moon that now beams upon thee?
To the hopes and the fears of the earth bid adieu,
And fly to the Coral Grove, deep in the Sea!
With my breath, I will cool thee, when noonday is nigh,
The fairest of mermaids will lull thee to sleep,
She will watch by thy couch when the sun passes by,
Nor fly, when the moon leaves her home in the deep!
The delights of the past shall remain still thine own,
The sorrows of Time from thy slumbers shall flee,
Then come with me, taste of the raptures I've shown,
Come rest in the Coral Grove deep in the Sea.
The fairest of mermaids will lull thee to sleep,
She will watch by thy couch when the sun passes by,
Nor fly, when the moon leaves her home in the deep!
The delights of the past shall remain still thine own,
The sorrows of Time from thy slumbers shall flee,
Then come with me, taste of the raptures I've shown,
Come rest in the Coral Grove deep in the Sea.
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