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THE SONG ABOUT A HAWK.


The sea dozes!

The wide sea, idly groaning here on the beach, appears in the distance to be already asleep, and lies immovable—like a mirror—in the blue light of the moon. A black surface of water, brilliant like crystal, meets yonder sapphire sky of the southern shore, and, fast asleep, reflects the transparent web of the light, motionless clouds, which do not hide the light of the stars. The sky seems to lower more and more over the sea, as if wishing to understand what the unquiet waves murmur while sleepily creeping towards the beach. The mountains, overgrown with trees which are fantastically twisted