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BEFORE BREAKFAST.
I spring from my lightly-prest pillow
To tread the gay sunshiny floor,
And greet the young glittering billow,
Whose surf almost reaches our door.
To tread the gay sunshiny floor,
And greet the young glittering billow,
Whose surf almost reaches our door.
Now the cliff spreads its cheerful adorning
Of matted sea-pink under foot;
The lark gives me “top of the morning!”
The sailing-boat nods a salute.
Of matted sea-pink under foot;
The lark gives me “top of the morning!”
The sailing-boat nods a salute.
Already, with new sea-born graces,
Comes many a bright-featured maid;
Peep children's damp hair and fresh faces
From straw-hat's or sun-bonnet's shade.
Comes many a bright-featured maid;
Peep children's damp hair and fresh faces
From straw-hat's or sun-bonnet's shade.
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With whisper alone for my hearing,
Clear-trembles my tide-brimming pool;
Head-first from the rock disappearing,
I waver, embraced with the cool!
Clear-trembles my tide-brimming pool;
Head-first from the rock disappearing,
I waver, embraced with the cool!
The king of the Morning's wide treasures,
I revel in water and air;
Join salmon and gull in their pleasures—
Then home to my sweet human fare!
I revel in water and air;
Join salmon and gull in their pleasures—
Then home to my sweet human fare!
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