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75 "Shame on you!" cried my little Boat, "Was ever such a homesick [11] Loon, Within a living Boat to sit, And make no better use of it; A Boat twin sister of the crescent moon! SHAME ON YOU CRIED MY LITTLE BOAT WAS EVER SUCH A HOMESICK LOON WITHIN A LIVING BOAT TO SIT AND MAKE NO BETTER USE OF IT A BOAT TWIN SISTER OF THE CRESCENT MOON
ll of stately bowers; But these, and all that they contain, What are they to that tiny grain, That little Earth [9] of ours? 50 Then back to Earth, the dear green Earth:-- Whole ages if I here should roam, The world for my remarks and me Would not a whit the better be; I've left my heart at home. 55 See! there she is, [10] the matchless Earth! There spreads the famed Pacific Ocean! Old Andes thrusts yon craggy spear Through the grey clouds; the Alps are here, Like waters in commotion! 60 Yon tawny slip is Libya's sands That silver thread the river Dnieper; And look, where clothed in brightest green Is a sweet Isle, of isles the Queen; Ye fairies, from all evil keep her! 65 And see the town where I was born! Around those happy fields we span In boyish gambols;--I was lost Where I have been, but on this coast I feel I am a man. 70 Never did fifty things at once Appear so lovely, never, never;-- How tunefully the forests ring! To hear the earth's soft murmuring Thus could I hang for ever! G THEM SWIFT MERCURY RESOUNDS WITH MIRTH GREAT JOVE IS FULL OF STATELY BOWERS BUT THESE AND ALL THAT THEY CONTAIN WHAT ARE THEY TO THAT TINY GRAIN THAT LITTLE EARTH OF OURS THEN BACK TO EARTH THE DEAR GREEN EARTH WHOLE AGES IF I HERE SHOULD ROAM THE WORLD FOR MY REMARKS IN ME WOULD NOT A WHIT THE BETTER BE I'VE LEFT MY HEART AT HOME SEE THERE SHE IS THE MATCHLESS EARTH THERE SPREADS THE FAMED PACIFIC OCEAN OLD ANDES THRUSTS YOUNG CRAGGY SPEAR THROUGH THE GRAY CLOUDS THE ALPS ARE HERE LIKE WATERS IN COMMOTION YON TAWNY SLIP IS LIBYA'S SANDS THAT SILVER THREAD THE RIVER DENIEPER AND LOOK WHERE CLOTHED IN BRIGHTEST GREEN IS THE SWEET ISLE OF ISLES THE QUEEN YE FAIRIES FROM ALL EVIL KEEP HER AND SEE THE TOWN WHERE I WAS BORN AROUND THOSE HAPPY FIELDS WE SPAN IN BOYISH GAMBOLS I WAS LOST WHERE I HAVE BEEN BUT ON THIS COAST I FEEL I AM A MAN NEVER DID FIFTY THINGS AT ONCE APPEAR SO LOVELY NEVER NEVER HOW TUNEFULLY THE FORESTS RING TO HEAR THE EARTH'S SOFT MURMURING THUS COULD I HANG FOR EVER
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