The high stars grow paler -
Day comes to the sea;
The sky's rim unbroken,
The ship running free, -
White sea-birds that follow
And call on her way;
Bright flying fish gleaming
In rainbows of spray, -
Wide seas all around her,
The wide skies above,
And the long road before her
That leads to my love!
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