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- The spacious Sea for his rich store
- Of coloured weeds that shine in vain
- Upon the wide inhuman floor,
- The lonely yard where drowned men lie
- And gaze through water to white sky.
III
- Forgive, thou calm and godlike shade,
- The drooping wreath, the flowers that fade,
- This passionless pale offering
- From one who scarcely dares to sing
- His love and praises, being afraid
- At the sweet brilliance of thy spring,
- Seeing his lute is rudely made,
- His thoughts too dull and weak of wing,
- More fit for noons that lull and warm
- Than for the stress of fire and storm.
IV
- The slender boat that stretched her sail
- To fly before the sultry gale,
- That from her moorings leapt and sped
- Before the forest leaves were red,
- Before the purple noon was pale,
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