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OUT OF THE ROLLING OCEAN, THE CROWD.
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OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently
to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
For I fear'd I might afterward lose you.
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
For I fear'd I might afterward lose you.
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(Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe;
Return in peace to the ocean my love;
I too am part of that ocean, my love — we are not so much separated;
Behold the great rondure — the cohesion of all, how per- fect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separ- ate us,
As for an hour carrying us diverse — yet cannot carry us diverse for ever;
Be not impatient — a little space — know you, I salute the air, the ocean and the land,
Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.)
Return in peace to the ocean my love;
I too am part of that ocean, my love — we are not so much separated;
Behold the great rondure — the cohesion of all, how per- fect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separ- ate us,
As for an hour carrying us diverse — yet cannot carry us diverse for ever;
Be not impatient — a little space — know you, I salute the air, the ocean and the land,
Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.)
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