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II stand by the murmuring seaAs it sleeps to the gentle breezeThe sun drifts low in a ruddy poolSinking below a shimmering lineThe horizon being so smooth and fineIIAnd lo! The velvet vault appearsFinely adorned with diamond glintsAnd o’er the silent grayish pool;Is the nighttime sky that gleamsBringing upon my drowsy dreamsIIII get swallowed by a whirling mistA fog not descending from the skiesBut arising from my own thoughtsIt closes upon my dim figureA small patch on the dream ridden shore(to be continued...)
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