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Wan white mists upon the sea,
Where'er thy navy spreads her canvas wings,
They call me Venal Vera, I'm a lovely from Gezira,
The corners of the frontispiece yellow from their darker edges.
On either side the river lie
O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow'rs
Now, this is number one,
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went,