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Only the spreading sea is there, With heaven above to close the view. But yet a passionate emotion Stirs the warm depths of sky and ocean; And not a cloud, and not a surge, But bears a blush upon its verge.

Softly the crimson shadows fall Around the cabin's tapestried wall; Where, with the rich light round her dying, On silken couch the queen is lying; For, with its proud, yet graceful state, That ship is worthy of its freight. Upon her arm Irene bends, Her long gold hair like light descends;