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 Like the perfume of a flower Penetrates the sea and air Making everything more fair: Pleasure stabbing to the brain With the joy that touches pain.

Of the water's strength made free, We're a part of all the sea Close its clean caress enfolds, And each joy that motion holds Taste we—glad to be alive— Race the curling waves, or dive To green dusk, and meet the day Swift before has passed away All our crystal pathway thick With the bubbles rising quick; Or when that is done we lie Rocking, gazing at the sky, Blue and sweet and purely lit That we gasp to look on it....