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Music doth oft uplift me like a sea / Towards my planet pale, / Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity / I lift my wandering sail.
With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee, / And through the cordage wail, / I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me / Beneath her sombre veil.
I feel the tremblings of all passions known / To ships before the breeze; / Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown
I pass the abysmal seas / That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair / Of my despair!