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...on the back of my sailing rack When the morning-star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain-crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit...from the lit sea beneath Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall Prom the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest...

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