A life on the ocean wave,
A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!
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EVER at night have I looked up for thee,
O'er thy sidereal sisterhood supreme!
Ever at night have scanned the purple sea
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PALE ocean rock! that, like a phantom shape,
Or some mysterious spirit's tenement,
Risest amid this weltering waste of waves,
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THE COLD blast at the casement beats;
The window-panes are white;
The snow whirls through the empty streets;
It is a dreary night!
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AFTER a night of languor without rest,--
Striving to sleep, yet wishing morn might come,
By the pent, scorching atmosphere oppressed,
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