Drifting
       A joy intense,     

       The cooling sense     

       Glides down my drowsy indolence.     

   

  

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 THE fisher's child,     

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       With tresses wild,     

       Unto the smooth, bright sand beguiled,     

       With glowing lips     

       Sings as she skips,     

       Or gazes at the far-off ships.     

   


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