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My Lyrical Life | ||
ON DECK TOGETHER.
Out of the water the wingèd fish flew,
Flashes of light from abysses of blue,
In the goldenest tropical weather;
A pale still face seemed calling to me;
Words of cheer were spoken, and we
Were friends on deck together.
Flashes of light from abysses of blue,
In the goldenest tropical weather;
A pale still face seemed calling to me;
Words of cheer were spoken, and we
Were friends on deck together.
Under a still and starry night
My lady arose to her stateliest height—
Hair without tie or tether—
And there between the sky and the sea,
She walked and talked right merry with me,
As we trod the deck together.
My lady arose to her stateliest height—
Hair without tie or tether—
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She walked and talked right merry with me,
As we trod the deck together.
We meet no more the deck to tread;
But, when the Oceans have yielded their dead,
I cannot help wondering whether
There will be another world where we
May voyage on some celestial sea,
And tread the deck together.
But, when the Oceans have yielded their dead,
I cannot help wondering whether
There will be another world where we
May voyage on some celestial sea,
And tread the deck together.
My Lyrical Life | ||