OFF SHORE.
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Till dawn's will be done,
Fills full with delight of them heaven till it burns as the
heart of the sun.
Till the waves too inherit
And waters take part
In the sense of the spirit
That breathes from his heart,
And are kindled with music as fire when the lips of the
morning part,
With music unheard
In the light of her lips,
In the life-giving word
Of the dewfall that drips
On the grasses of earth, and the wind that enkindles the
wings of the ships.
