The sea is a jovial comrade, 



He laughs wherever he goes ; 

 His merriment shines in the dimpling lines 



That wrinkle his hale repose ; 

 He lays himself down at the feet of the sun, 



And shakes all over with glee. 

 And the broad-backed billows fall faint on the shore, 



In the mirth of the mighty sea ! 



Bayard Taylor. 

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