Western field . sigh prophetic How thy diaphanic spirit Seems to seek yet seems to fear it As the opalescent ocean With an infinite emotion Lifts its bosom to the greeting— Heaves its billows to the meeting— Mids thee sleep the sleep supernal In the depth of seas eternal— Hids thee come and bids thee slumber Where no cares shall eer encumber 111 tlic nitency of the moon is at its hav(! seen thy bosom glisten—I liave looked and dared to listen—While the starlight mirrored there,llalf dispelled my hearts \Md thy spirit seemed to tell me f the fate which since befell
Western field . sigh prophetic How thy diaphanic spirit Seems to seek yet seems to fear it As the opalescent ocean With an infinite emotion Lifts its bosom to the greeting— Heaves its billows to the meeting— Mids thee sleep the sleep supernal In the depth of seas eternal— Hids thee come and bids thee slumber Where no cares shall eer encumber 111 tlic nitency of the moon is at its hav(! seen thy bosom glisten—I liave looked and dared to listen—While the starlight mirrored there,llalf dispelled my hearts \Md thy spirit seemed to tell me f the fate which since befell my heart reflects the glory stars i>t«>rii;il story. And the atramentous nightllolds no horror, pain or »lke thee, my soul is driftiiii:TowHl the veil that knows no liftingSo the stream goes on forever—We but ripples on the river;Towrd the boundless sea we ife by life and soul by soul—We the portion, (lOd the whole T. Shflhj
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