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Gentle furies spray the shore,
Hidden quill scripts on evermore
On those rocks ageless it unrolls
The tales etched of sculptured scrolls.
Whence the disks golden leave their stead,
Marks your blue field’s outmost edge,
From where the clouds are daily shorn
To veil the Earth-Venus newly born.
A place of peace amid your roars,
I hear music whispered by your shores,
And glimpse live lyrics on the sands,
Chaptered there by your forceful hands.
In that world yonder yet untold,
His bride King Trident grace bestowed,
As boon he granted peaceful day
And bade the calmness to ever stay.
Where Aeolus King balmly breathes,
The air-borne sea-fowls rise in breeze,
Where marine finnys trail your helm,
Find your massive, boundless realm.
Where twilight’s curtain gently falls,
Seafaring sailors seek their calls;
Each land corner you freely roam
And bathe the soft earth with your foam.
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