When Sea is Sky's muted hues
and a sigh of waves give gentle shrug,
no dolphin, seal, nor mortal bold
dare disturb her glassy mantle.
Opaque with pinking's last
she lulls me into placid dreams,
denying long day's strum und drang.
Soft, soft, soft, soft.
All is sleeping, all is teeming,
without rest.
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