In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main.
The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep;
Up-breathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep,
Interwoven with waftures of wild sea-liberties,...
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Young palmer sun, that to the shining sands Canst thou be he that, Yester-Sunset warm, |
As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed, |