Under the walls     

       Where swells and falls     

       The Bay's deep breast at intervals.     

   

  

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       At peace I lie,     

       Blown softly by,     

       A cloud upon this liquid sky.     

       The day, so mild,     

       Is Heaven's own child,     

       With Earth and Ocean reconciled;—     

       The airs I feel     

       Around me steal     

       Are murmuring to the murmuring keel.     

  

 OVER the rail     

O

       My hand I trail     

       Within the shadow of the sail,     

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