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HOW long I sailed, and never took a thought To what port I was bound! Secure as sleep, I dwelt upon the bosom of the deep And perilous sea. And though my ship was fraught With rare and precious fancies, jewels brought From fairyland, no course I cared to keep, Nor changeful wind nor tide I heeded ought, But joyed to feel the merry billows leap, And watch the sunbeams dallying with the waves; Or haply dream what realms beneath may lie Where the clear ocean is an emerald sky, And mermaids warble in their coral caves, Yet vainly woo to me their secret home; - And sweet it were for ever so to roam.
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