I.
Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go!
They're seated all aboard.
Wave chases wave in easy flow:
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Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
Why takest thou its melancholy voice,
And with that boding cry
Why o'er the waves dost fly?
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THOUGH I am humble, slight me not,
But love me for the Poet’s sake;
Forget me not till he ’s forgot,
For care or slight with him I take.
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And do our loves all perish with our frames?
Do those that took their root and put forth buds,
And their soft leaves unfolded in the warmth
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WHENCE come ye, Cherubs? from the moon?
Or from a shining star?
Ye sure are sent, a blessed boon,
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