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Mid-Ocean In War-Time

The fragile splendour of the level sea,
The moon's serene and silver-veiled face,
Make of this vessel an enchanted place
Full of white mirth and golden sorcery.
Now, for a time, shall careless laughter be
Blended with song, to lend song sweeter grace,
And the old stars, in their unending race,
Shall heed and envy young humanity.

And yet to-night, a hundred leagues away,

These waters blush a strange and awful red.
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Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: ocean
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