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letra de fair ship - jonathan dove

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fair ship, that from the italian shore
sailest the placid ocean-plains
with my lost arthur’s loved remains
spread thy full wings, and waft him o’er

so draw him home to those that mourn
in vain; a favourable speed
ruffle thy mirror’d mast, and lead
thro’ prosperous floods his holy urn

all night no ruder air perplex
thy sliding keel, till phosphor, bright
as our pure love, thro’ early light
shall glimmer on the dewy decks

sphere all your lights around, above;
sleep, gentle heavens, before the prow;
sleep, gentle winds, as he sleeps now
my friend, the brother of my love;

my arthur, whom i shall not see
till all my widow’d racе be run;
dear as the mothеr to the son
more than my brothers are to me

- jonathan dove

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