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For the Nautilus is my boat In which I over the waters float,— The moon is shining over the sea, Who is there will come sail with me?

Our noontide sleep is on leaf and flower, Our revels are held in a moonlit hour,— What is there sweet, what is there fair, And we are not the dwellers there? Dance we round, for the morning light, Will put us and our glow-worm lamps to flight!