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Out of the constant East the breeze Brings morning, like a wafted rose, Across the glimmering lagoon, And wakes the still palmetto trees, And blows adrift the phantom moon, That paler and still paler glows— Up with the anchor! let's be going! O hoist the sail! and let's be going! Glory and glee Of the morning sea— Ah! let's be going!

Under our keel a glass of dreams Still fairer than the morning sky, A jewel shot with blue and gold, The swaying clearness streams and gleams, A crystal mountain smoothly rolled O'er magic gardens flowing by— Over we go the sea-fans waving, Over the rainbow corals paving The deep-sea floor; No more, no more Would I seek the shore To make my grave in— O sea-fans waving!