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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354909" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Master Mariner’s Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Outward Bound)<br>AWAY, away she plunges<br>With her white sails o’er her spread,<br>Like the summer clouds that gather<br>On some hill’s piny head;<br>Still away she plunges rampant<br>Like a lion roused to wrath,<br>And the proud wave lies humbled<br>I’ the track of her path.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye ho! my gallant sailors<br>Wear her head from off the land:<br>As his steed obeys the Arab<br>How she gives to the hand!<br>And now like a soul the world forsaking,<br>She leaves the coast behind,<br>And the main is her wide dwelling<br>And her spouse is the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then pledge we a full measure<br>To the friends we left to-day,<br>Whose kind wishes hover o’er us<br>On our watery way:<br>Where diurnally remind us<br>Shall the same bright-brimming rite<br>Of the eyes that yearned blessings<br>When last we knew their light!<br>. . . . .<br>The leaf-glancing boughs of the o’erdoming trees<br>Now seem in wild dance to the pipe of the breeze<br>As clashing and clasping in merry despite<br>They mass into shadow or quiver in light,<br>When cut by their motion the slanting moonbeam<br>Falls sifted like coin on the floor of the stream<br>That murmurs thereby like a voice in a dream,<br>Save when the breeze straining in lengthen’d escape<br>Holds open their sprays for a steadier escape,<br>Then too bright fragment of Night’s ripest blue<br>Relieving the leaf-work come transiently through,<br>And broad stars seem glowing as seen amid these<br>Like apples of fire in the tops of the trees!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q>
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AWAY, away she plunges
With her white sails o’er her spread,
Like the summer clouds that gather
On some hill’s piny head;
Still away she plunges rampant
Like a lion roused to wrath,
And the proud wave lies humbled
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