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MUSIC ON THE WATERS.
Hark! while our ship is swinging
Above the ocean caves,
The twilight gale is bringing
Soft music o'er the waves.
Ah! from what isle of pleasure
Floats the harmonious sound?
To that entrancing measure,
A fairy troop might bound.
Above the ocean caves,
The twilight gale is bringing
Soft music o'er the waves.
Ah! from what isle of pleasure
Floats the harmonious sound?
To that entrancing measure,
A fairy troop might bound.
Hush! now it faints, it lingers;
Now with a peal sublime,
Struck by the wind-god's fingers,
It drowns the billowy chime.
The stars more brightly glisten;
The waves beneath the moon
Fall down, and seem to listen,
Enchanted, to the tune.
Now with a peal sublime,
Struck by the wind-god's fingers,
It drowns the billowy chime.
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The waves beneath the moon
Fall down, and seem to listen,
Enchanted, to the tune.
Now mounting, now subsiding,
It swells, it sinks, it dies;
Now on the swift breeze gliding,
Over the deep it flies.
So sweet and so endearing
The strain, that, ere 'tis done,
Thought seems absorbed in hearing,
All senses in the one.
It swells, it sinks, it dies;
Now on the swift breeze gliding,
Over the deep it flies.
So sweet and so endearing
The strain, that, ere 'tis done,
Thought seems absorbed in hearing,
All senses in the one.
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