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PERSONAL FEELING.
A solitary-hearted soul am I,Living in regions of my own apart,
Like some lone rock, that from the main doth start
On sailors far from land, 'twixt sea and sky,
While past me life's deep tides flow changefully!
And yet, though standing thus aloof, my heart
(Like vessel to some metropolitan mart)
Hath brought (and ta'en) full freights of sympathy,
To the great markets whither men resort,
For free exchange of commerce and of thought!
The sea hath been my playfellow: the winds
And waters; and, as with congenial minds,
I with the Elements converse, for naught
But, to my ear, a voice articulate finds!
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