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Serie: The White Canoe And other Verse
Pale Moon, whose tranquil orb resplendent sails
The ethereal main; thy curved prow
For ever braving the celestial gales,
Serene and slow:
Myriads of Stars, that ever dot the blue
Great vault of heaven: eyes that keep
Eternal watch, unshaken, strong, and true,
Yet never sleep:
Ye southern Zephyrs, redolent with balm / Of myrtle, orange, and the rose; / Blowing from islands where the fronded palm / In beauty grows:
Wind of the North, whose trumpet voice can shake / The shuddering echoes of the cave; / Storm-born, blast-driven; thou, whose breath doth make / The mighty wave:
Perpetual Fire, whose never-dying flame / Consumes the glowing heart of earth, / Until a wide destruction shall proclaim / A second birth:
Tell me, oh! mighty concourse, have ye seen / In all this great infinity / Of worlds unborn and planets that have been, / A place for me?