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‘That night we anchored in a woody bay, / And sleep no more around us dared to hover / Than, when all doubt and fear has passed away, / It shades the couch of some unresting lover, / Whose heart is now at rest: thus night passed over / In mutual joy: -around, a forest grew / Of poplars and dark oaks, whose shade did cover / The waning stars pranked in the waters blue, / And trembled in the wind which from the morning flew.
‘The joyous Mariners, and each free Maiden / Now brought from the deep forest many a bough, / With woodland spoil most innocently laden; / Soon wreaths of budding foliage seemed to flow / Over the mast and sails, the stern and prow / Were canopied with blooming boughs,-the while / On the slant sun's path o'er the waves we go / Rejoicing, like the dwellers of an isle / Doomed to pursue those waves that cannot cease to smile.