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SONNET XXXIV
MY LOVE
But most of all my love is English-eyed
And English-souled and English-hearted,—she
Is one in spirit with our grey-eyed sea
And unto its eternity allied,
Song's ever-present ever-gracious Bride:—
So will I till the end, O sweetheart, be
English along with Ocean and with Thee,—
Thine and the sea's in passion deep and wide.
And English-souled and English-hearted,—she
Is one in spirit with our grey-eyed sea
And unto its eternity allied,
Song's ever-present ever-gracious Bride:—
So will I till the end, O sweetheart, be
English along with Ocean and with Thee,—
Thine and the sea's in passion deep and wide.
Gaze through me, Thou:—and thou, all-loving sea,
Who hast borne our ships to victory East and West,—
Who foldedst Shelley in thy blue soft breast,
And who wilt from these white cliffs never flee,
Give thou to her thy sweetness,—and to me
Thy soul of music;—and to both thy rest.
Who hast borne our ships to victory East and West,—
Who foldedst Shelley in thy blue soft breast,
And who wilt from these white cliffs never flee,
Give thou to her thy sweetness,—and to me
Thy soul of music;—and to both thy rest.
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