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22 Along the cloudless main, he, in those hours

Of tiresome indolence would often hang

Over the vessel's side, and gaze and gaze,

And, while the broad green wave and sparkling foam

Flash'd round him images and hues, that wrought

In union with the employment of his heart,

He, thus by feverish passion overcome,

Even with the organs of his bodily eye,

Below him, in the bosom of the deep

Saw mountains, saw the forms of sheep that graz'd

On verdant hills, with dwellings among trees,

And Shepherds clad in the same country grey

Which he himself had worn.

And now at length,

From perils manifold, with some small wealth

Acquir'd by traffic in the Indian Isles,

To his paternal home he is return'd,