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THE FOG.
From the ocean depths below,
With their shadows of amethyst,
In the mystical morning light,
She rises, the goddess white,
With her legions of wreathing mist,
And banners of pearl and snow.
With their shadows of amethyst,
In the mystical morning light,
She rises, the goddess white,
With her legions of wreathing mist,
And banners of pearl and snow.
With never a curb or rein
Does the gleaming goddess ride
Her courser of silver gray.
See, whiter than beaten spray,
The breath of his nostrils wide,
The toss of his flying mane!
Does the gleaming goddess ride
Her courser of silver gray.
See, whiter than beaten spray,
The breath of his nostrils wide,
The toss of his flying mane!
Her legions follow behind
In a dim and shifting crowd;
Formless, obscure, and slow,
They gather and rise and go,
Like ghosts in a pallid shroud,
In the van of the waking wind.
In a dim and shifting crowd;
Formless, obscure, and slow,
They gather and rise and go,
Like ghosts in a pallid shroud,
In the van of the waking wind.
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They thicken the humid air;
They curtain the sea and land;
They follow her lightest beck,
The curve of her courser's neck,
The wave of her lifted hand,
The trail of her drifting hair.
They curtain the sea and land;
They follow her lightest beck,
The curve of her courser's neck,
The wave of her lifted hand,
The trail of her drifting hair.
Swift after their moving cloud
The screaming sea-birds flock;
As the hurrying squadrons haste,
Afar in the lonesome waste,
The sea-lion, from his rock,
To the misty host calls loud.
The screaming sea-birds flock;
As the hurrying squadrons haste,
Afar in the lonesome waste,
The sea-lion, from his rock,
To the misty host calls loud.
Gone, in a dim white whirl
Over the sun-waked sea;
A fluttering silver veil
Flies back on the rising gale.
Who governs their flight but she,
With her sceptre of snow and pearl?
Over the sun-waked sea;
A fluttering silver veil
Flies back on the rising gale.
Who governs their flight but she,
With her sceptre of snow and pearl?
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