'Moored, each cool retreat, before
Small pleasure boat.
Strolling distance, from each side
What is, nathless
Paradise.' So does confide
A wishfulness.
'That one, with fine, lofty views
Jewel-strewed, far-isled;
Maximized by what, upon
Its tripod swings;
Brassy, vintage, Poseidon
Himself gifted;
Reserve it, for times ahead? '
Yes. Croon-compiled!
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