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His very heart athirst To gaze at Nature in her green array, Upon the ship's tall side he stands, possess'd With visions prompted by intense desire; Fair fields appear below, such as he left Far distant, such as he would die to find— He seeks them headlong, and is seen no more.

hollow dash of waves!—the ceaseless roar!— Silence, ye billows!—vex my soul no more.

There's a spring in the woods by my sunny home, Afar from the dark sea's tossing foam; Oh! the fall of that fountain is sweet to hear, As a song from the shore to the sailor's ear!