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THE AMERICAN OCEAN
“Ten thousand miles of mobile sea—This sea of all seas blent as one
Wide, unbound book of mystery,
Of awe, of sibly prophecy,
Ere yet a ghost or misty ken
Of God's far, first beginning when
Vast darkness lay upon the deep:”
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“He looked to heaven, God; but she
Saw only his face and the sea.”
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Sinks wounded unto death tonight;
A great, hurt swan, he sinks to rest,
His wings all crimson, blood his breast!
With wide, low wings, reached left and right,
He sings, and night and swan are one—
One huge, black swan of Helicon.”
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