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the deep and quiet sea The day was fast declining; In the far empurpled sky A few bright stars were shining.

And the moon looked through the clouds Which round her path were sweeping, Like some lone and gentle one Who Love's vigil late is keeping.

Anchored off that beauteous coast A noble ship is lying, While above her stately mast Are English colours flying.

For the shore is now in sight, And the perfume of its flowers, And the odour of its vines, Make sweet the twilight hours.