  Here danced an hour ago a sapphire sea; Now, airy nothingness, wan spaces vast, Pale draperies of the formless fog o'ercast, And wreathËd waters grey with mystery! The ship glides like a phantom silently, As screams the white-winged gull before the mast; Weird elemental shapes go flitting past, Which loom as giant ghosts above the quay. The vapor lifts! Again the sea gleams bright; The heavens have hid within their chambers far Cloud-stuff of gossamer, from which are spun To-morrow's skyey pomps inwove with light, The belted splendors for the rising sun, And rosy curtains for the evening star. |
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