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A SEA-SIDE SONNET.
Ocean! I pace not now thy winding shore
As in life's morn, when hope and fancy gave
Their magic beauty to each bursting wave,
And sweetest music to thy wild uproar:
Yet not for this I murmur; nor deplore,
Beholding thee still beautiful and brave,
That I am journeying onward to the grave,
To muse and wander by thy side no more!
“Unchanging, boundless, endless, and sublime,”
Thou hast been likened to eternity!
But truth shall manifest to every eye
That even thou art but a thing of time;
While he who frames this evanescent rhyme,
From the grave's darker depths shall soar on high.
As in life's morn, when hope and fancy gave
Their magic beauty to each bursting wave,
And sweetest music to thy wild uproar:
Yet not for this I murmur; nor deplore,
Beholding thee still beautiful and brave,
That I am journeying onward to the grave,
To muse and wander by thy side no more!
“Unchanging, boundless, endless, and sublime,”
Thou hast been likened to eternity!
But truth shall manifest to every eye
That even thou art but a thing of time;
While he who frames this evanescent rhyme,
From the grave's darker depths shall soar on high.
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