  I set my dream-ships floating Upon the tides of sleep. Beneath whose moving waters Unfathomed currents creep; And one was made of roses With flowering mast and spars, And one was made of music, And one was made of stars: One was all joy and sorrow Made from my own heart-strings, And one was like a cradle With sails like angels' wings. O little ships that wander All lonely on the deep, And only come to haven |
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