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us the sun and give us love,

A western breeze on a sapphire sea,

Heaven below and heaven above,

Heaven for thee and me.

A western breeze to fan our sails

Lazily flapping against the mast,

Facing the ocean with rippling scales

Drawing to port at last,

As we hail our casa's whited walls,

Where olive-trees gemm'd with the fireflies' light

Stand fringing the groves whence Philomel calls

To the liquid soul of night.

Rh