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Before me its sails will be furled,
 A princess I shall be,
Crowned with the wealth of the world,
 When my ship comes in from sea.

Sweet faces I then shall see,
 Tender, undoubting, true,
Soft hands will be stretched to me
 With a welcome I never knew;
In the peace of such tenderness
 I shall rest forevermore,
And weep in my perfect bliss,
 As I never wept before.

Sometimes I think it is not far
 And I bend my head and list,
For I think I see a slender spar
 Gleam through the golden mist;
And I fancy I hear the sound
 Of wind in a silken sail,
And an odor rare from Eastern ground,
 Floats in on the languid gale.

But I sit and watch the west
 Till the sun goes down, in vain;
It was only a cloud with an ivory crest,
 A cloud of vapor and rain;