CXXVIII.
"There we will sit and sport upon one billow,
And sing our ocean ditties all the day,
And lie together on the same green pillow,
That curls above us with its dewy spray;
And ever in one presence live and dwell,
Like two twin pearls within the selfsame shell!"
CXXIX.
One moment then, upon the dizzy verge
She stands;—with face upturn'd against the sky;