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Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night / A radiant maiden in the moon's soft light; / The unsuspecting seaman sets his sails, / Forgetful of the fury of her gales; / To-morrow, mad with storms, the ocean roars, / And o'er his hapless wreck the flood she pours!