And the cold flames shall flash along your hand;
When, lost in wonder, you shall walk and gaze
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On weeds that sparkle, and on waves that blaze[61].
The ocean too has winter-views serene,
When all you see through densest fog is seen;
When you can hear the fishers near at hand
Distinctly speak, yet see not where they stand;
Or sometimes them and not their boat discern,
Or half-conceal'd some figure at the stern;