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Forth into the warm darkness faring wide -- / More silent momently the silent quay -- / Towards where the ranks of boats rock to the tide, / Muffling their plaintive gurgling jealously.
With gentle nodding of her gracious snout, / One greets her master till he step aboard; / She flaps her wings, impatient to get out; / She runs to plunder, straining every cord,