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The Calm of the Sea
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Upon the height of Tarkankut
The pennant at the crow’s nest rises with the breeze, Shafts of sunlight play upon the water’s breast As on a bride-to-be who wakes to sigh and rest, And wakes again and sighs for dreams that better please.
On naked spars the banner-shaped sails hang at ease. The vessel is in chains now, leeside facing west,
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