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C, let thy careless sail float on the wind; Come, lean by me, and let thy little boat Follow like thee its will; come, lean by me. Freighted with roses which the west has flung, Over its waters on the vessel glides, Save where the shadowy boughs shut out the sky, And make a lovely darkness, while the wind Stirs the sad music of their plaining leaves. The sky grows paler, as it burnt away Its crimson passion; and the falling dew Seems like the tears that follow such an hour.