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Poems.
TWILIGHT MUSINGS.
Would I were on the "dark blue sea,"
In some proud barque, triumphantly
Careering o'er the ocean's breast,
Like a lone bird in search of rest.
Who that hath gazed upon the deep,
When every billow seemed asleep,
And watched the broad expanse of ocean,
When scarce a zephyr was in motion,
But what hath felt his pulses bound
With rapture at the scene around!
I love the sea! its foamy crest,
Its free and undulating breast,
Its coral grots, its sun lit caves,
Its wild and lofty swelling waves.
Its mirrored surface in a calm,
When its very quiet throws a charm
Around the boundless, liquid scene,
Not unlike a Poet's dream.
The billow's dash I love to hear,
It comes like music on my ear;
The swelling notes of the ocean's song,
In pealing forth, grow loud and strong,
In some proud barque, triumphantly
Careering o'er the ocean's breast,
Like a lone bird in search of rest.
Who that hath gazed upon the deep,
When every billow seemed asleep,
And watched the broad expanse of ocean,
When scarce a zephyr was in motion,
But what hath felt his pulses bound
With rapture at the scene around!
I love the sea! its foamy crest,
Its free and undulating breast,
Its coral grots, its sun lit caves,
Its wild and lofty swelling waves.
Its mirrored surface in a calm,
When its very quiet throws a charm
Around the boundless, liquid scene,
Not unlike a Poet's dream.
The billow's dash I love to hear,
It comes like music on my ear;
The swelling notes of the ocean's song,
In pealing forth, grow loud and strong,
