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Morn on the waters! the glad bird flings / The diamond spray from his glittering wings. / Old ocean lieth in dreamless sleep, / As the slumber of childhood calmly deep, / Light falls the stroke of the fisher's oar, / As he leaves his cot by the shingly shore; / While the young wife's gaze, half sad, half bright, / Follows the frail bark's flashing flight.
Noon on the waters! O rustling breeze, / Sweet stealer 'mid old forest trees, / Wilt thou not thy sweet whisper keep / Nigh him who journeys the shadeless deep? / The wanderer dreams of the shadowy dell, / And the green-turfed, fairy-haunted well, / While the shafts of the noon-king's merciless might / Mingle day with sorrow, and death with light.