Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail,That, idly waiting, flaps with every gale,Downward they move, a melancholy band,Pass from the shore and darken all the strand.
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Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail, That, idly waiting, flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand.
Oliver Goldsmith