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THE SEA.
Sound on, thou anthem of the breathless soul,
Unneeding heat, unfathomed and alone,
Thy waves in measured phalanx firmly roll,
And toss the furious wind in steadfast tone.
Unneeding heat, unfathomed and alone,
Thy waves in measured phalanx firmly roll,
And toss the furious wind in steadfast tone.
Sweet smiles the day-god on thy green expanse,
And purples thee with his sad, fading eve,
Yet all the livelong night thy waters dance,
While mariners the favoring harbors leave.
And purples thee with his sad, fading eve,
Yet all the livelong night thy waters dance,
While mariners the favoring harbors leave.
Thy sunken rocks are nigh th' inconstant shore,
There thou hast tribute from the fisher's boat,
Afar, thou art the play of him no more,
But mighty ships on thy high mountains float.
There thou hast tribute from the fisher's boat,
Afar, thou art the play of him no more,
But mighty ships on thy high mountains float.
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