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O love! I lie alone upon thy shore,And, like a child, gather with eager hands
The shells and seaweeds, which, when storms are o'er,
Thine ebbing tide leaves on the shining sands.
Then, gazing seaward with entrancèd eyes,
I watch the ceaseless changes of thy breast,
Which now reflects the azure of the skies,
Now, scourged by passion, rolls in wild unrest.
Which is thy self—the stillness or the storm?
The brooding darkness or the sparkling light?
Or is thy fickle ever-changing form
The mocking mask that hides thee from our sight;—
Hides what thou art, hides what we ne'er shall know,—
Thy vast unfathomable life below?
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