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Random Poem of the Day

1  There be none of Beauty's daughters
2     With a magic like thee;
3And like music on the waters
4     Is thy sweet voice to me:
5When, as if its sound were causing
6The charmed ocean's pausing,
7The waves lie still and gleaming,
8And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:
9  And the midnight moon is weaving
10     Her bright chain o'er the deep;
11Whose breast is gently heaving,
12     As an infant's asleep:
13So the spirit bows before thee,
14To listen and adore thee;
15With a full but soft emotion,
16Like the swell of Summer's ocean.