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 Your queen of charms, on a white throne;

Your queen of charms, the lovely smile

That on its white throne could beguile

The mastiff from his gates in hell;

Who by no whine or bark could tell

His masters what thing made him go—

And countless other charms I know.

October's hedge has far less hues

Than thou hast charms from which to choose

not why I yearn for thee again,

To sail once more upon thy fickle flood;

I'll hear thy waves wash under my death-bed,

Thy salt is lodged forever in my blood.

Yet I have seen thee lash the vessel's sides

In fury, with thy many tailéd whip;

And I have seen thee, too, like Galilee,

When Jesus walked in peace to Simon's ship

And I have seen thy gentle breeze as soft

As summer's, when it makes the cornfields run;

And I have seen thy rude and lusty gale

Make ships show half their bellies to the sun.