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Still, when it meets the musing view,
Can half the theft of time retrieve,
The scenes of former bliss renew,
And bid each dear idea live.

It boots not if the pencil'd rose
Or sever'd ringlet meet the eye:
Or India's sparkling gems disclose,
The talisman of sympathy.

"Keep it—yes, keep it for my sake"—
On fancy's ear still peals the sound;
Nor time the potent charm shall break,
Nor loose the spell by nature bound.


As he spake, I saw
The clouds hang thick and heavy o'er the deep;
And heavily, upon the long slow swell,
The vessel labour'd on the labouring sea.
The reef-points rattled on the shivering sail;
At fits, the sudden gust howled ominous,
Anon, with unremitting fury raged.
High rolled the mighty billows, and the blast
Swept from the sheeted sides the showery foam.
Vain, now, were all the seaman's homeward hopes,
Vain all their skill! .... we drove before the storm.
'Tis pleasant, by the cheerful hearth, to hear
Of tempests, and the dangers of the deep,
And pause at times, and feel that we are safe;