Mists
Mists of the frozen depths
And densities
Of liquid masses:
See
See the Port awakes and it be Dawn
And the first sun rays light and smile
And on the calm sea-bosom play
Yet in this serenity
The mists of the frozen depths
Over the stolen waters hover, hover
In horrid drear.
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