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 William J. Whittemore 
 
 
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 Thomas V. Crowell 8f Co. 
 
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 Copyright, I 887, 
 By THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO. 
 
We left behind the painted buoy 
 
 That tosses at the harbor-mouth 
 And madly danced our hearts with joy, 
 
 As fast we fleeted to the South : 
 How fresh was every sight and sound 
 
 On open main or winding shore ! 
 We knew the merry world was round. 
 
 And we might sail forevermore. 
 
 The Voyage 
 
All round the coast the languid air did swoon, 
 Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. 
 Full-faced above the valley stood the moon : 
 And like a downward smoke, the slender stream 
 Along ihe cliff to fall and pause and fall did 
 seem. 
 
 The Lotits-Eaters. 
 
'T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the 
 
 curlews call, 
 Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over 
 
 Locksley Hall , 
 
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 Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks 
 the sandy tracts, 
 
 And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cata- 
 racts. 
 
 Locksley Hall 
 
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 So now on sand they walk'd, and now on cliff, 
 Lingering about the thymy promontories, 
 Till all the sails were darken'd in the west, 
 A.nd rosed in the east. 
 
 Sea Dreams 
 
The lij^hts begin to twinkle from the rocks 
 The long day wanes the slow moon climbs 
 
 the deep 
 Moans round with many voices. 
 
 Ul.YSSES 
 
J'he town was hush VI beneath us : lower down 
 The bay was oily-calm ; the harbor-buoy 
 Sole star of j^hosphorescence in the calm. 
 With one green sparkle ever and anon 
 Dipt by itself, and we were glad at heart. 
 
 AuDLEv Court 
 
And then the two 
 Dropt to the cove, and watch'd the great sea 
 
 fall 
 Wave after wave, each mightier than the last, 
 Till last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep 
 And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged 
 Roaring. 
 
 The Coming of Arthuk. 
 
A broken chancel with a broken cross, 
 That stood on a dark strait of barren land 
 On one side lay the ocean, and on one 
 Lay a great water, and the moon was full. 
 
 The Passing of Arthur. 
 
All down the lonely coast of Lyonnesse, 
 Each with a beacon-star upon his head, 
 And with a wild sea-light about his feet, 
 He saw them —headland after headland flame 
 Far on into the rich heart of the west 
 
 Guinevere. 
 
Sweet and low, sweet and low, 
 
 Wind of the western sea, 
 Low, low, breathe and blow. 
 
 Wind of the western sea ! 
 Over the rolling waters go, 
 Come from the dying moon, and blow, 
 
 Blow him again to me , 
 While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. 
 
 The Princess. 
 
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest. 
 
 Father will come to thee soon , 
 Rest, rest, on mother's breast, 
 
 Father will come to thee soon , 
 Father will come to his babe m the nest, 
 Silver sails all out of the west 
 
 Under the silver moon : 
 Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. 
 
 Thf Prinies^> 
 
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Among the waste and lumber of the shore, 
 Hard coils of cordage, swarthy fishing-nets. 
 Anchors of rusty fluke, and boats updrawn, 
 
 Enoch Akden. 
 
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