So far the eyes of eagle could not reach—

The serpent slipping adown grassy lanes;

Yet none will come. On, o'er the meadow-sea!

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BECALMED

 The flag is listless, limp. It dances not. As deep the sea breathes from a gentle breast As any bride who dreams at love's behest, And wakes and sighs, then casts with dreams her lot. Sails hang upon the masts—useless—forgot— Like folded standards which the warriors wrest And bring home broken from the battle's crest. The sailors rest them in some sheltered spot. 

As deep the sea breathes from a gentle breast

And wakes and sighs, then casts with dreams her lot.

Like folded standards which the warriors wrest

The sailors rest them in some sheltered spot.

 O Sea! within your unknown deeps concealed, When storms are wild, your monsters dream and sleep, And all their cruelty for the sunlight keep. Thus, Soul of Mine, in your sad deeps concealed The monsters sleep—when wild are storms. They start From out some blue sky's peace to seize my heart. 

When storms are wild, your monsters dream and sleep,

Thus, Soul of Mine, in your sad deeps concealed

From out some blue sky's peace to seize my heart.

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MOUNTAINS FROM THE KESLOV STEPPE

(Pilgrim)

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