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How rich the wave, in front, imprest / With evening twilight's summer hues, / While, facing thus the crimson west, / The Boat her silent course pursues!
And see how dark the backward stream!
A little moment past, so smiling!
And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam, / Some other Loiterer beguiling.
Such views the youthful Bard allure; / But, heedless of the following gloom, / He deems their colours shall endure / Till peace go with him to the tomb.
-And let him nurse his fond deceit, / And what if he must die in sorrow!
Who would not cherish dreams so sweet, / Though grief and pain may come tomorrow?