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Vivian broke the spell Of dream-fraught silence, throwing down his book: "Young ladies, please allow me to arrange These wraps about your shoulders. I know well The fickle nature of our atmosphere,-- Her smile swift followed by a frown or tear,-- And go prepared for changes. Now you look, Like--like--oh, where's a pretty simile? Had you a pocket mirror here you'd see How well my native talent is displayed In shawling you. Red on the brunette maid; Blue on the blonde--and quite without design (Oh, where _is_ that comparison of mine?) Well--like a June rose and a violet blue In one bouquet! I fancy that will do. And now I crave your patience and a boon, Which is to listen, while I read my rhyme, A floating fancy of the summer time. 'Tis neither witty, wonderful, nor wise, So listen kindly--but don't criticise My maiden effort of the afternoon: "If all the ships I have at sea Should come a-sailing home to me, Ah, well! the harbor could not hold So many sails as there would be If all my ships came in from sea. "If half my ships came home from sea, And brought their precious freight to me, Ah, well! I should have wealth as great As any king who sits in state-- So rich the treasures that would be In half my ships now out at sea. "If just one ship I have at sea Should come a-sailing home to me, Ah, well! the storm-clouds then might frown: For if the others all went down Still rich and proud and glad I'd be, If that one ship came back to me. "If that one ship went down at sea, And all the others came to me, Weighed down with gems and wealth untold, With glory, honor, riches, gold, The poorest soul on earth I'd be If that one ship came not to me. "O skies be calm? O winds blow free-- Blow all my ships safe home to me. But if thou sendest some a-wrack To never more come sailing back, Send any--all, that skim the sea, But bring my love-ship home to me." Helen was leaning by me, and her head Rested against my shoulder: as he read, I stroked her hair, and watched the fleecy skies, And when he finished, did not turn my eyes. I felt too happy and too shy to meet His gaze just then. I said, "'Tis very sweet, And suits the d
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