| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | IX. Written While Sailing on the Gulf of Lepanto | | By Aubrey Thomas de Vere (1814–1902) |
| | | ALL round they lie, deep breath to breath replying,— | |
| Those outworn seamen in their well-earned sleep: | |
| From the blue concave to the dim blue deep | |
| No sound beside. Fluttering all night, or sighing, | |
| Since morn the breeze delicious hath been dying, | 5 |
| And now is dead. On yonder snowy steep | |
| The majesty of Day diffused is lying; | |
| Whilst Evening’s Powers in silence seaward creep, | |
| From glens that violet-shade the lilac vest | |
| Of Delphi’s hills. Ye mariners, sleep well! | 10 |
| Run slowly, golden sands, and noiselessly. | |
| There stands the great Corinthian citadel; | |
| Parnassus there. Rest, wearied pinnace, rest! | |
| Sleep, sacred air! sleep on, marmorean sea! | | | | |
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