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SONNET V.
[Four days, wild Ocean, on thy troubled breast]
Four days, wild Ocean, on thy troubled breastA wanderer I have been! Swift cloud and wave
Have occupied my thoughts, intent to save
From pain my soul so far from its own rest.
Ye gallant winds, if e'er your lusty cheeks
Blew longing lover to his mistress' side,
O puff your loudest, spread the canvass wide
Of our too tardy bark! My whole heart speaks
In thus invoking you. Sweet Maid, with thee
Seated once more within my beechen grove,
The bower of graceful Emma and of love,
Glad I shall be, as he who from the sea
New lands beheld, or he of old who sat
And his bark saw rest safe on Ararat!
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