Wind & sea are as playmates

Wind & sea are as playmates
Reviving an ancient affection:
Lovers they are, & the breeze
Combs out the beard of the wave;
Ripples & smoothes to a mirror
Its breast, until old recollection
Dreams of the peace of the vale,
Dance & the pastoral stave.
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