The night was calm o’er the wide sea
Whereon we were afloat.
The Specter-Island, the lovely,
Lay dim in the moon’s mild glance;
There sounded sweetest music,
There waved the shadowy dance.
It sounded sweeter and sweeter,
It waved there to and fro;
But we slid past forlornly
Upon the great sea-flow.

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