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ETERNAL VIGIL.
Oh! once again upon thy heaving breastI floated, like a seabird when it braves
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And leaps triumphant on each rushing crest:
Round me in dark magnificent unrest
The billows of the wild Atlantic rolled
Far, far away, into the gates of gold,
The sunlit portals of the stormy west:
O never wearied! In the hush of noon
Thy billows break the paths of golden sleep:
They break the dreamlike lustre of the moon:
Earth knows the hours of darkness: thou dost keep
Eternal vigil: still thy surges white
Flash through the deepest gloom of starless night.
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