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FROM BERMUDA JANUARY	A
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Oh what a sea of storm we've past	B
High mountain waves and foamy showers	C
And battling winds whose savage blast	B
But ill agrees with one whose hours	C
Have past in old Anacreon's bowers	C
Yet think not poesy's bright charm	D
Forsook me in this rude alarm	D
When close they reefed the timid sail	E
When every plank complaining loud	F
We labored in the midnight gale	E
And even our haughty mainmast bowed	F
Even then in that unlovely hour	G
The Muse still brought her soothing power	G
And midst the war of waves and wind	H
In song's Elysium lapt my mind	H
Nay when no numbers of my own	I
Responded to her wakening tone	I
She opened with her golden key	A
The casket where my memory lays	J
Those gems of classic poesy	J
Which time has saved from ancient days	J
Take one of these to Lais sung	K
I wrote it while my hammock swung	K
As one might write a dissertation	L
Upon Suspended Animation	L
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Sweet is your kiss my Lais dear	M
But with that kiss I feel a tear	N
Gush from your eyelids such as start	O
When those who've dearly loved must part	O
Sadly you lean your head to mine	P
And mute those arms around me twine	P
Your hair adown my bosom spread	Q
All glittering with the tears you shed	Q
In vain I've kist those lids of snow	R
For still like ceaseless founts they flow	R
Bathing our cheeks whene'er they meet	S
Why is it thus Do tell me sweet	S
Ah Lais are my bodings right	T
Am I to lose you Is to night	T
Our last go false to heaven and me	A
Your very tears are treachery	A
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Such while in air I floating hung	K
Such was the strain Morgante mio	A
The muse and I together sung	K
With Boreas to make out the trio	R
But bless the little fairy isle	U
How sweetly after all our ills	J
We saw the sunny morning smile	U
Serenely o'er its fragrant hills	J
And felt the pure delicious flow	R
Of airs that round this Eden blow	R
Freshly as even the gales that come	A
O'er our own healthy hills at home	A
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Could you but view the scenery fair	N
That now beneath my window lies	J
You'd think that nature lavished there	N
Her purest wave her softest skies	J
To make a heaven for love to sigh in	V
For bards to live and saints to die in	V
Close to my wooded bank below	R
In grassy calm the waters sleep	W
And to the sunbeam proudly show	R
The coral rocks they love to steep	W
The fainting breeze of morning fails	J
The drowsy boat moves slowly past	B
And I can almost touch its sails	J
As loose they flap around the mast	B
The noontide sun a splendor pours	J
That lights up all these leafy shores	J
While his own heaven its clouds	J
and beams	J
So pictured in the waters lie	X
That each small bark in passing seems	J
To float along a burning sky	X
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Oh for the pinnace lent to thee	A
Blest dreamer who in vision bright	T
Didst sail o'er heaven's solar sea	A
And touch at all its isles of light	T
Sweet Venus what a clime he found	Y
Within thy orb's ambrosial round	Y
There spring the breezes rich and warm	A
That sigh around thy vesper car	Z
And angels dwell so pure of form	A
That each appears a living star	Z
These are the sprites celestial queen	A2
Thou sendest nightly to the bed	Q
Of her I love with touch unseen	A2
Thy planet's brightening tints to shed	Q
To lend that eye a light still clearer	G
To give that cheek one rose blush more	B2
And bid that blushing lip be dearer	G
Which had been all too dear before	B2
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But whither means the muse to roam	A
'Tis time to call the wanderer home	A
Who could have thought the nymph would perch her	G
Up in the clouds with Father Kircher	G
So health and love to all your mansion	L
Long may the bowl that pleasures bloom in	V
The flow of heart the soul's expansion	L
Mirth and song your board illumine	L
At all your feasts remember too	C2
When cups are sparkling to the brim	A
That here is one who drinks to you	C2
And oh as warmly drink to him	A

Thomas Moore

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