A horizon hides ships at sleep
Whose inmates are yet in bed,
Dreaming of warm embraces
At homes in a heaving horizon.
Vague butterfly boats are out
To trample on the fish dreams
Against men’s contrary views,
In sea slowly coming to shape.
A horizon hides ships at sleep
Whose inmates are yet in bed,
Dreaming of warm embraces
At homes in a heaving horizon.
Vague butterfly boats are out
To trample on the fish dreams
Against men’s contrary views,
In sea slowly coming to shape.
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