Lightly, lightly
I feel them bear me
And in my face
I feel the breezes blow
From the dark edge
Of the vast ocean-night
A small light shines
And glows.
And in the hidden deep
There is the after-glow
Of the warm mid-day glory of the sun.
The time is come, the time is come, my friend.
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