Out of the constant east the breeze
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Brings morning, like a wafted rose,
Across the glimmering lagoon,
And wakes the still palmetto trees,
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And blows adrift the phantom moon,
That paler and still paler glows——
Up with the anchor—let's be going!
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O hoist the sail—and let's be going!
Under our keel, a glass of dreams,
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Still fairer than the morning sky,
A jewel shot with blue and gold,
The swaying clearness streams and gleams;
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A crystal mountain smoothly rolled
O'er magic gardens flowing by——
Over we go the sea-fans waving,
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Over the rainbow corals paving