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AN ÆSTUARY.
A CALM EVENING.
Look on these waters, with how soft a kissThey woo the pebbled shore! then steal away,
Like wanton lovers,—but to come again,
And die in music!—There, the bending skies
See all their stars,—and the beach-loving trees,
Osiers and willows, and the watery flowers,
That wreathe their pale roots round the ancient stones,
Make pictures of themselves!
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