Inland Sea
Here in the moonlit sea, While swift we fly, while tranced we gaze, The fishers wind their ancient ways:Now like sea-lilies loom their luring sails,Or heaven's envoys walking fountained vales; And now by one deflection dark, Like waiting vultures of the night Each pirate blackness skulks, a murderous mark Begotten by a thing of light,Like apprehension's baffling destiny.
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