[For Transmission Abroad.] THE SONG OF THE SEA
... dying day Stole down the breath of deep'mng eve, And feathered bard* morn gay Sang softly ore they took their leave. Deep golden bands, fair Phoebus’* train, Upshot the curtain’d weetoro sky; And halo’d o’er the mystic main, Sunk softly to a crimson dye ...