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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 45383 ***
+
+DRIFTING
+
+By T. Buchanan Read.
+
+Illustrated
+
+From Designs By Miss L. B. Humphrey
+
+Philadelphia:
+
+J. B. Lippincott & Co.
+
+1881.
+
+
+
+
+DRIFTING.
+
+[Illustration: 0019]
+
+               |MY soul to-day
+
+                    Is far away
+
+               Sailing the Vesuvian Bay;
+
+          My wingéd boat,
+
+          A bird afloat,
+
+     Swims round the purple peaks remote:--
+
+
+
+|ROUND purple peaks
+
+          It sails, and seeks
+
+     Blue inlets and their crystal creeks,
+
+               Where high rocks throw,
+
+               Through deeps below,
+
+     A duplicated golden glow.
+
+
+
+[Illustration: 0023]
+
+[Illustration: 0025]
+
+|FAR, vague, and dim,
+
+               The mountains swim;
+
+          While on Vesuvius' misty brim,
+
+               With outstretched hands,
+
+               The gray smoke stands
+
+          O'erlooking the volcanic lands.
+
+
+
+|IN lofty lines,
+
+          'Mid palms and pines,
+
+     And olives, aloes, elms, and vines,
+
+               Sorrento swings
+
+               On sunset wings,
+
+          Where Tasso's spirit soars and sings.
+
+
+
+[Illustration: 0029]
+
+[Illustration: 0031]
+
+|I HEED not, if
+
+          My rippling skiff
+
+          Float swift or slow from cliff to
+
+                    cliff;--
+
+               With dreamful eyes
+
+               My spirit lies
+
+          Under the walls of Paradise.
+
+               Under the walls
+
+               Where swells and falls
+
+          The Bay's deep breast at intervals.
+
+[Illustration: 0033]
+
+               At peace I lie,
+
+               Blown softly by,
+
+          A cloud upon this liquid sky.
+
+          The day, so mild,
+
+          Is Heaven's own child,
+
+     With Earth and Ocean reconciled;--
+
+               The airs I feel
+
+               Around me steal
+
+     Are murmuring to the murmuring keel.
+
+
+
+|OVER the rail
+
+          My hand I trail
+
+          Within the shadow of the sail,
+
+               A joy intense,
+
+               The cooling sense
+
+          Glides down my drowsy indolence.
+
+
+
+[Illustration: 0037]
+
+[Illustration: 0039]
+
+[Illustration: 0041]
+
+|THE fisher's child,
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+          With tresses wild,
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+          Unto the smooth, bright sand beguiled,
+
+               With glowing lips
+
+               Sings as she skips,
+
+          Or gazes at the far-off ships.
+
+
+
+[Illustration: 0045]
+
+[Illustration: 0047]
+
+[Illustration: 0049]
+
+[Illustration: 0051]
+
+|HAPPY ship,
+
+          To rise and dip,
+
+          With the blue crystal at your lip!
+
+               O happy crew,
+
+               My heart with you
+
+                    anew!
+
+
+
+|NO more, no more
+
+          The worldly shore
+
+          Upbraids me with its loud uproar
+
+               With dreamful eyes
+
+               My spirit lies
+
+          Under the walls of Paradise!
+
+
+
+[Illustration: 0055]
+
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Drifting, by T. Buchanan Read
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 45383 ***