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Neither am I ungrateful:—but I dream
Deliciously, how twilight falls to-night
Over the glimmering water, how the light
Dies blissfully away, until I seem
Deliciously, how twilight falls to-night
Over the glimmering water, how the light
Dies blissfully away, until I seem
To feel the wind sea-scented on my cheek,
To catch the sound of dusky flapping sail
And dip of oars, and voices on the gale
Afar off, calling low;—my name they speak!
To catch the sound of dusky flapping sail
And dip of oars, and voices on the gale
Afar off, calling low;—my name they speak!
O Earth! thy summer song of joy may soar
Ringing to heaven in triumph. I but crave
The sad, caressing murmur of the wave
That breaks in tender music on the shore,
Ringing to heaven in triumph. I but crave
The sad, caressing murmur of the wave
That breaks in tender music on the shore,
