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Passed forth, those Messengers sought, longst creeky shores;
In sounding watery caves, through each blue gulf;
(Whereas from time to time, Seas Sire wont sleep;
And rise, all-bearded with brown tangle-wrack,
At midday.) And thence, through paths of Main-sea Deep,
Still those seek forth: but find him not. They last;
Then in deep wick, twixt billow-buffeted cliffs,
Which seem to fleet, found rising the Sea-God.
In sounding watery caves, through each blue gulf;
(Whereas from time to time, Seas Sire wont sleep;
And rise, all-bearded with brown tangle-wrack,
At midday.) And thence, through paths of Main-sea Deep,
Still those seek forth: but find him not. They last;
Then in deep wick, twixt billow-buffeted cliffs,
Which seem to fleet, found rising the Sea-God.
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