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 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
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SONNET XVII. A MESSAGE TO THE SEA.
Rise up, my song, and plume thy wings for flight!
For I will have thee fly to a far place,
Sad with the joy of unreturning days;
There, evermore, 'twixt storm-scarred height and height,
Calm sighs the sea or thunders in its might,—
Go down unto those whirling water-ways;
And where the winds the fiercest tumult raise,
And waves upon the loudest reefs are white,—
For I will have thee fly to a far place,
Sad with the joy of unreturning days;
There, evermore, 'twixt storm-scarred height and height,
Calm sighs the sea or thunders in its might,—
Go down unto those whirling water-ways;
And where the winds the fiercest tumult raise,
And waves upon the loudest reefs are white,—
Cry out, O song, to all the sea and say:
“Lo! even he who sent me bade me pray
That thou once more beloved of him wouldst be,
And comfort him again, in the old way;
That from this new love thou his heart wouldst free,
Wash clean his soul, and be again the Sea.”
“Lo! even he who sent me bade me pray
That thou once more beloved of him wouldst be,
And comfort him again, in the old way;
That from this new love thou his heart wouldst free,
Wash clean his soul, and be again the Sea.”
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