It sails, and seeks     

       Blue inlets and their crystal creeks,     

       Where high rocks throw,     

       Through deeps below,     

       A duplicated golden glow.     

   

  

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 FAR, vague, and dim,     

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       The mountains swim;     

       While on Vesuvius' misty brim,     

       With outstretched hands,     

       The gray smoke stands     

       O'erlooking the volcanic lands.     

  

 IN lofty lines,     

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