Far from the western cliffs he cast his eye

O'er the wide ocean stretching to the sky: In cahn magnificence the sun dtclined, And left a paradise of clouds behind: Proud at his feet, with pomp of pearl and gold, The byiows in a sea of glory roll'd.

• — Ah! on this sea of glory might I sail,

' Track the bright sun, and pierce the eternal veil ' That hides those lands, beneath Hesperian skies, ' Wlicre day-light sojourns till our morrow rise!'

Thoughtful he wandcr'd on the beach alone; Mild o'er the deep the vesper planet shone, The eye of evening, brightening through the west Till the sweet moment when it shut to rest:

• Whither, O, golden Venus! art thou fled?

• Not in the ocean-chambers lies thy bed;

• Round the dim world thy glittering chariot drawn

• Pursues the twilight, or precedes the dawn;

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