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sea-bird's wing, o'er ocean's breast Shoots like a glancing star, While the red radiance of the west Spreads kindling fast and far; And yet that splendour wins thee not,— Thy still and thoughtful eye Dwells but on one dark distant spot Of all the main and sky.

Look round thee!—o'er the slumbering deep A solemn glory broods; A fire hath touch'd the beacon-steep, And all the golden woods: