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Becalmed upon the sea of Thought, / Still unattained the land it sought, / My mind, with loosely-hanging sails, / Lies waiting the auspicious gales.
On either side, behind, before, / The ocean stretches like a floor, -- / A level floor of amethyst, / Crowned by a golden dome of mist.
Blow, breath of inspiration, blow! / Shake and uplift this golden glow! / And fill the canvas of the mind / With wafts of thy celestial wind.
Blow, breath of song! until I feel / The straining sail, the lifting keel, / The life of the awakening sea, / Its motion and its mystery!