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ALL beauty calls you to me, and you seem, / Past twice a thousand miles of shifting sea, / To reach me. You are as the wind I breathe / Here on the ship's sun-smitten topmost deck, / With only light between the heavens and me.
I feel your spirit and I close my eyes, / Knowing the bright hair blowing in the sun, / The eager whisper and the searching eyes.