Voyage to St. Ives, Cornwall, From Port-Einon, Glamorgan

How gladsome yet how calm are ye
White birds that dip into the sea!
How sportive those bright fins below
Which through green alga-meadows glow!

How soft the lustrous air around,
And the red sail's is all the sound,
While me my heart's fierce tempest drives
On from Port-Einon to St. Ives.
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