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POEMS.
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XXXIX.
SUNSET.
WHERE ships of purple gently toss
On seas of daffodil,
Fantastic sailors mingle,
And then—the wharf is still.
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XXXIX.
SUNSET.
WHERE ships of purple gently toss
On seas of daffodil,
Fantastic sailors mingle,
And then—the wharf is still.
II