The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth With Sixteen Illustrations. By Philip Gilbert Hamerton |
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AT DOVER.
April 1855.
It is the midnight murmur of the sea,
The old sweet voice! and yet I cannot sleep,
But lie and look abroad upon the deep,
Watching the wondrous thoughts that come to me.
From dimming vapours all the stars are free;
And one is burning on the coast of France,
An earthly beacon—it will not advance
With those true stars, for whom it seems to be
A fit companion. They ascend the sky—
It sits on the horizon—there to shine
Across the waters; whilst beneath them fly
Electric currents through the sunken line
Which so unites us to our brave ally,
That we are one in instant sympathy.
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