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“OH SPARE ME A LITTLE.”
Oh! stay thy rollers for a moment's space—I cannot live thy vast unquiet life:—
I cannot measure the exultant strife
Of waves that storm yon headland's dripping face:
My heart will break for yearning—give it grace
To beat awhile more calmly—to renew
The lowlier life it led before it knew
The deep thrill of thine infinite embrace.
For 'tis my curse—that never tempest raves,
But in my breast it finds its counterpart:—
The echoed thunder of thy caverned waves
Rolls through the deep recesses of my heart:—
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To match thy pulsings, O imperial sea!
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