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A SEA SIDE CALM.
The morning air was pure and cool—
Asleep the silver bay;
Each object on the shining sands,
In shade reflected lay.
Asleep the silver bay;
Each object on the shining sands,
In shade reflected lay.
The giant Cliffs in long array
Were drawn up by the sea;
Their heads thrown back with lofty pride
In musing Majesty.
Were drawn up by the sea;
Their heads thrown back with lofty pride
In musing Majesty.
The Sea methought did woo the Earth
In low fond tones of love—
The silent Sky hung stooping o'er,
And listened from above!
In low fond tones of love—
The silent Sky hung stooping o'er,
And listened from above!
The herds of clouds were lying down—
The hunting Winds were gone;
Their angry bark was heard no more,
The weary chase was done.
The hunting Winds were gone;
Their angry bark was heard no more,
The weary chase was done.
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A calm, ambrosial consciousness
Did Nature's bosom steep—
A stillness, not so stern as Death,
And more profound than Sleep!
Did Nature's bosom steep—
A stillness, not so stern as Death,
And more profound than Sleep!
'Twas music mute, and voiceless speech—
A quiet, creeping, spell—
Repose—without forgetfulness,
And silence audible!
A quiet, creeping, spell—
Repose—without forgetfulness,
And silence audible!
September, 1831.
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