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CoME, hoist the sail, the fast let go!
Wave chases wave in pleasant flow :
The ripples lightly tap the boat.
She shoots ahead:—They’re all afloat:
The boat goes tilting on the waves;
There dips the duck;—her back she laves;
Now, like the gulls that dart for prey,
Now rising, shoots along her way,
The sun-light falling on her sheet,
Sparkling in scorn of summer's heat,
The winds are fresh; she’s driving fast
The crinkling sail, and crinkling mast,
Why dies the breeze away so soon
The sea is glass; the sun at noon. —
For, see, the winged fisher's plume
Below, a cheek of lovely bloom.
She smiles; thou needst must smile on her.
A rich, white cloud that doth not stir.—
And pictured beach of yellow sand,
Change the smooth sea to fairy land.—
From that far isle the thresher's flail
The leaping fish, the swinging sail
LOVE AND FRIEND SHIP.
THE birds, when winter shades the sky,
Where laughing isles in sunshine lie,
And thus the friends that flutter near
Are startled if a cloud appear,
But when from winter's howling plains
The little snow bird still remains,
Love, like that bird, when friendship's throng
Still lingers with its cheerful song,