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TO THE SEA.
Music is living in thy breast—in thy deep and awful breast,Oh! thou astounding Sea and dread—in thy restlessness and rest—
Now 't is a murmur—now a roar—now a murmur and a roar,
While heaves and quakes and thrills and groans the everechoing shore;
What harmony in every change is found, proud Main! in thee,
What music hangs on thy deep lips—oh! sounding—sounding Sea!
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Whether the Sun there doubly lives,—or shines Night's starry train—
'T is now a sparkle—now a blaze—now a blaze and sparkle too—
Till thou look'st all made of golden fire—yet tinged with the sapphire's blue —
What splendours still are found in thee, with every change to agree—
What glory and what sovereignty—oh! Royal, Royal Sea!
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