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THE WESTERN SEA.
I saw thee on a summer's day
Among thy many isles asleep;
A few faint fleecy cloudlets lay
In shadow on thine azure deep;
And as they drifted past, I knew
How bright and boundless was the blue.
Among thy many isles asleep;
A few faint fleecy cloudlets lay
In shadow on thine azure deep;
And as they drifted past, I knew
How bright and boundless was the blue.
I saw thee pitiless and cold,
With clouds and darkness overcast;
Long stormy crested billows rolled
Before an icy northern blast:
And broke far off with ceaseless shocks
On bleak inhospitable rocks.
With clouds and darkness overcast;
Long stormy crested billows rolled
Before an icy northern blast:
And broke far off with ceaseless shocks
On bleak inhospitable rocks.
I had not loved thy sleep so well,
If wintry winds had never blown:
I learned of thy tempestuous swell
The music of thy softer tone:
And when the waves were dark as night,
I blest thy paths of rippling light.
If wintry winds had never blown:
I learned of thy tempestuous swell
The music of thy softer tone:
And when the waves were dark as night,
I blest thy paths of rippling light.
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