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SEA DREAMS.
‘So sweet, I lay,’ said he,‘And mused upon it, drifting up the streamIn fancy, till I slept again, and piecedThe broken vision; for I dream’d that stillThe motion of the great deep bore me on,And that the woman walk’d upon the brink:I wonder’d at her strength, and ask’d her of it:“It came,” she said, “by working in the mines:”O then to ask her of my shares, I thought;And ask’d; but not a word; she shook her head.And then the motion of the current ceased,And there was rolling thunder; and we reach’dA mountain, like a wall of burs and thorns;But she with her strong feet up the steep hillTrod out a path: I follow’d; and at topShe pointed seaward: there a fleet of glass,That seem’d a fleet of jewels under me,Sailing along before a gloomy cloudThat not one moment ceased to thunder, pastIn sunshine: right across its track there lay,
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