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 THE SHIPS OF ARCADY

' the faintest filigree

Over the dim waters go

Little ships of Arcady

When the morning moon is low.

I can hear the sailors' song

From the blue edge of the sea,

Passing like the lights along

Thro' the dusky filigree.

Then where moon and waters meet

Sail by sail they pass away,

With little friendly winds replete

Blowing from the breaking day.

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