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I. / Floating! / Floating -- and all the stillness waits / And listens at the ivory gates, / Full of a dim uncertain presage / Of some strange, undelivered message. / There is no sound save from the bush / The alto of the shy wood-thrush, / And ever and anon the dip / Of a lazy oar.
The rhythmic drowsiness keeps time / To hazy subtleties of rhyme / That seem to slip / Through the lulled soul to seek the sleepy shore. / The idle clouds go floating by; / Above us sky, beneath us sky; / The sun shines on us as we lie / Floating.