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LINES WRITTEN AT SEA.
NO pleasure on earth can afford such delights,
As the heavenly view of these tropical nights:
The glow of the stars, and the breeze of the sea,
Are heaven—if heaven on ocean can be.—
As the heavenly view of these tropical nights:
The glow of the stars, and the breeze of the sea,
Are heaven—if heaven on ocean can be.—
405
The star of old Cancer is right overhead,
And the sun in the water has travelled to bed;
He is gone, as some say, to recline at his ease,
And not, like ourselves, to be pestered with fleas.
And the sun in the water has travelled to bed;
He is gone, as some say, to recline at his ease,
And not, like ourselves, to be pestered with fleas.
What pity that here is no insular spot,
Where quarrels, and murder, and malice are not:
Where a stranger might land, to recruit his worn crew,
Replenish the casks, and the water renew.
Where quarrels, and murder, and malice are not:
Where a stranger might land, to recruit his worn crew,
Replenish the casks, and the water renew.
On this Empire of waves, this expanse of the main,
In the track we are sailing, no island is seen:
The glow of the stars, and the breath of the wind
Are lost!—for they bring not the scent of the land!
In the track we are sailing, no island is seen:
The glow of the stars, and the breath of the wind
Are lost!—for they bring not the scent of the land!
Huge porpoises swim, where there should be an isle,
Where an Eden might bloom, or a Cyprus might smile—
From PALMA, thus far, with a tedious delay,
Salt water and aether is all we survey!
Where an Eden might bloom, or a Cyprus might smile—
From PALMA, thus far, with a tedious delay,
Salt water and aether is all we survey!
Like an artist that's busy in melting his lead,
At random it falls, and is carelessly spread,
So Nature, though wisely this globe she has planned,
Left the surface to chance—to be sea, or be land.
At random it falls, and is carelessly spread,
So Nature, though wisely this globe she has planned,
Left the surface to chance—to be sea, or be land.
1809
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