INSIDE PLUM ISLAND.
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Broadly the bare brown Hundreds rose, The herds their hollows keeping,And clouds of wings about our mast From Swallowbanks were sweeping.
While evermore the Bluff before Grew greenly on our vision,Lifting beneath its waving boughs Its grassy slopes Elysian.
There, all day long, the summer sea Creams murmuring up the shingle;There, all day long, the airs of earth With airs of heaven mingle.
Singing we went our happy way, Singing old songs, nor notedAnother voice that with us sang, As wing and wing we floated.
Till hushed, we listened, while the air With music still was beating,Voice answering tuneful voice, again The words we sang repeating.
