Beneath the tempest, yet swaying
Yet a-swish the storm's roar
Of roughed up sky clear under
Sea-grassed meads to explore!
Ride us in dream, out what forms
Which balletic stable
More majestic paced is that staged
In a Russian fable.
Whilst of whose backdrop, dreamy
From what's natural day-lit
In garden foliage, coral's
No difference admit!
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