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Here danced an hour ago a sapphire sea;

Now, airy nothingness, wan spaces vast,

Pale draperies of the formless fog o'ercast,

And wreathëd waters grey with mystery!

The ship glides like a phantom silently,

As screams the white-winged gull before the mast;

Weird elemental shapes go flitting past,

Which loom as giant ghosts above the quay.

The vapor lifts! Again the sea gleams bright;

The heavens have hid within their chambers far

Cloud-stuff of gossamer, from which are spun

To-morrow's skyey pomps inwove with light,

The belted splendors for the rising sun,

And rosy curtains for the evening star.