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XII.
BREEZE, MOON, AND SUN

Thou art equal with me,—lo! thou art the breeze
That passes sighing o'er the water-way,
And I am the wild song within the seas
Driving up toward thee the sonorous spray
And glimmering sheet on sheet of sea-shine grey;
Thou art the moon above the tides at night
Glittering above them with most tender ray,
And I laugh underneath thy magic light
And clothe myself with limitless loud might
Of song: thou art the sun,—my free waves follow
Thine all-alluring splendour calm and bright,
Rising and falling fast in height and hollow;
Thou art breeze, moon, and sun,—and I the sea,
Swayed by the rapture, chainless soul, of thee!