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All is still, the night comes creeping,
And its curtains gently close,
O'er the winds that calmly sleeping
On the glassy sea repose.
Now the moon is softly beaming
Through her light and misty veil;
Sure of grief she must dream,
Or she would not look so pale.
All is still, the night comes creeping,
And its curtains gently close,
O'er the winds that calmly sleeping
On the glassy sea repose.
All is still, and without motion
Lies the sea's unruffled breast;
Yet within I hear the ocean,
That will never, never rest.
For my heart, unchecked, unguided,
On the waves of doubt is tossed;
When the storm is at rest,
Then the vessel will be lost.
All is still, and without motion
Lies the sea's unruffled breast;
Yet within I hear the ocean,
That will never, never rest.
