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the past I have craved for many a thing And ever you answered "No," Now I would ask you for one thing more; For God's sake let me go!

Truly the Greeks were wise who smiled, Saying, in days gone by, Love has only the heart of a child And the wings of a butterfly!

(Ah, for the cabined sampans, floating free, Ah, for the tropic moonlit nights, that fling Unnecessary silver on a sea Itself with phosphorescent light aglow. Ah, for the waving palms along the shore.)

Craft, long laid up in a dockyard dry, Wearily yearn to feel The cool caresses of living water Pressing against the keel.

A ship remembers the open sky Anchored in roadstead ease And all that the wind and waves have taught her In far-off perilous seas.

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