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One shadow glides from the dumb shore, / And one from every silent sail. / One cloud the averted heavens wear, / A soft mask, thin and frail.
Oh, silver is the lessening rain, / And yellow was the weary drouth. / The reef her warning finger puts / Upon the harbor's mouth.