 | Stones from The Quarry |  |
ΘΑΛΑΣΣΑ! ΘΑΛΑΣΣΑ!
Once more, oh once more have I sight and senseOf thee, thou boundless Ocean! Once again
Thy sound is in my ears, that mighty strain
Of multitudinous waves in one immense
And boundless utterance of omnipotence.
The sense of freedom seems to fire my brain,
And fill my heart with joy almost to pain,
A tongueless rapture, wordless and intense.
Up the stern cliff the wave comes bounding still,
Like a great shaggy hound that leaps to kiss
His unregarding master's hand, and ill
Denial brooks. O God! methinks it is,
'Mid the worn years and hollowness that kill,
And blight Man's life, like the remembered bliss
Of Hope and Youth's indomitable will!
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