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I saw one day on the horizon grey, / As with my load I wandered near the sea, / A whiff of smoke embrace the sleeping sun; / And just as their enchantment had begun, / A lonely cloud that roved above the lea / Passed by their couch and hid them from the day.
I saw this and my soul, long silent, cried: / "Would that I were the whiff of smoke / Now sleeping with the sun!
In beds of flame, how often was I tried -- / How often have I 'neath the stroke / Of God or Satan shone! "