Pillow of the night
And beauty pied!
The glooms are in the
Background
And the tombs after the sad
Dusk of thirst
Now at their thirsty most
On verge of night
They
Will become more thirsty
As night deepens
Heats
More thirsty, more wild!
And
The sea-waters majestic will
Respond will with brushing of
Equally Majestic tides!
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