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Now, Maiden, wilt thou come with me, Far over yonder moonlight sea? There's not a cloud upon the sky, The wind is low like thine own sigh; The azure heaven is veined with light, The water is as calm and bright As I have sometimes seen it lie Beneath a sunny Indian sky. My bark is on the ocean riding, Like a spirit o'er it gliding; Maiden, wilt thou come—and be Queen of my fair ship and me?