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THE BUCCANEER'S SONG.
I
I love the Night, when the gale sweeps high,And the summer-calms are o'er;
When the ship, like an Ocean-steed, leaps by
Where the midland breakers roar!
I love the Night, and the startling light
Of the Spirit of the Storm;
And better the blast, and the rocking mast,
Than the sunset mild and warm!
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II
No love have I for the starry eve—No joy on the breezeless main—
But I long to hear the tempest grieve,
And list the thunder-strain!
Let the gondola glide o'er the moonlit tide,
And the mandolin wake its song;
I love the bark, when the seas are dark,
And the midnight wild and long!
III
I turn away from the lover's lay—'T is weariness to hear
The lisping note, and the warbling throat,
Of the sighing Cavalier!
Oh! the Ocean-shout, when the Storm is out,
Is a nobler strain to me;
Here would I sleep, where the billows leap,
On the bold, unconquered Sea!
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