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James Whitcomb Riley - While The Musician Played
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O it was but a dream I had
    While the musician played!--
  And here the sky, and here the glad
    Old ocean kissed the glade--
  And here the laughing ripples ran,
    And here the roses grew
  That threw a kiss to every man
    That voyaged with the crew.

  Our silken sails in lazy folds
    Drooped in the breathless breeze:
  As o`er a field of marigolds
    Our eyes swam o`er the seas;
  While here the eddies lisped and purled
    Around the island`s rim,
  And up from out the underworld
    We saw the mermen swim.

  And it was dawn and middle-day
    And midnight--for the moon
  On silver rounds across the bay
    Had climbed the skies of June--
  And there the glowing, glorious king
    Of day ruled o`er his realm,
  With stars of midnight glittering
    About his diadem.

  The seagull reeled on languid wing
    In circles round the mast,
  We heard the songs the sirens sing
    As we went sailing past;
  And up and down the golden sands
    A thousand fairy throngs
  Flung at us from their flashing hands
    The echoes of their songs.

  O it was but a dream I had
    While the musician played--
  For here the sky, and here the glad
    Old ocean kissed the glade;
  And here the laughing ripples ran,
    And here the roses grew
  That threw a kiss to every man
    That voyaged with the crew.
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