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FLORENCE.
THE winds still rock the merry waves,
And the blue waves shake the shore;
But thine azure eyes and gentle words
Will move my heart no more.
And the blue waves shake the shore;
But thine azure eyes and gentle words
Will move my heart no more.
Oh Sea! thou may'st well be glorious
With thy snow-capped sapphire waves;
There's a fairer white and a deeper blue
Deep hid in thy silent caves.
With thy snow-capped sapphire waves;
There's a fairer white and a deeper blue
Deep hid in thy silent caves.
Oh Wind! thou may'st well be wailing
With thy moaning, droning sound,
For a sweeter, softer voice than thine
By the wind in the water drowned.
With thy moaning, droning sound,
For a sweeter, softer voice than thine
By the wind in the water drowned.
Oh Sea and Wind!—together,
Since first your course has run,
Ye have ta'en the brave and beautiful:—
Could ye not spare us one?
Since first your course has run,
Ye have ta'en the brave and beautiful:—
Could ye not spare us one?
Not one!—in the breezy morning
Thou'lt wake me no more from dreams:
Not one!—in the dewy evening
I shall miss thine eyes' blue gleams.
Thou'lt wake me no more from dreams:
Not one!—in the dewy evening
I shall miss thine eyes' blue gleams.
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