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<h2><SPAN name="section4">Lines written while Sailing in a Boat at Evening</SPAN></h2>
<p>How richly glows the water's breast<br/>
Before us, tinged with evening hues,<br/>
While, facing thus the crimson west,<br/>
The boat her silent course pursues!<br/>
And see how dark the backward stream!<br/>
A little moment past so smiling!<br/>
And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,<br/>
Some other loiterers beguiling.<br/><br/>
Such views the youthful Bard allure;<br/>
But, heedless of the following gloom,<br/>
He deems their colours shall endure<br/>
Till peace go with him to the tomb.<br/>
—And let him nurse his fond deceit,<br/>
And what if he must die in sorrow!<br/>
Who would not cherish dreams so sweet,<br/>
Though grief and pain may come to-morrow?</p>
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