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First Line: Fair crescent moon, with rim of gold
Last Line: The stormy sea.
Subject(s): Peace; Sea; Soul; Ocean

Fair crescent moon, with rim of gold,
Thou movest on thy shining trail,
Like Cleopatra's barge of old
With gilded sail.

Awaiting thee, in splendor lies
The sunset land, where voyages cease, --
The Eldorado of the skies,
The Port of Peace.

Art thou the sport of every breeze,
A derelict, at random blown;
A wraith of what once rode the seas,
With name unknown?

Or do thy pearly decks convey
Some happy souls, who see and feel
The charm of that Hesperian bay,
Which waits thy keel?

Ah, would that I might climb thy side,
The same bright pathway to pursue,
And homeward turn upon that tide
Of stainless blue!

Launch, launch thy shallop, brilliant bark!
Canst thou not see my beckoning hand?
Bear me from waters cold and dark
To sunset land!

Alas! thou heedest not my sign;
The transient dream was not to be;
Thy fate the peaceful port, but mine
The stormy sea.

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