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II. OCEAN, THE CAPTIVE.
Men call thee free, and I have heard the windPass landward, breathed of liberty and thee,
Have watched thy white-maned horses prancing free,
As if their courses could not be confined:
But deeper than the hand of man has mined
Are set the bolts of thy captivity;
From higher than the eyes of man can see
The jealous moon thy limbs doth strangely bind.
Thou moanest, “I that am the heaven's own child,
Why, laid within the cruel, cradling shores,
Should I but grow to feel a prisoner's pains?”
And, like a giant fretting in his chains,
Thou thunderest at Earth's never-yielding doors,
Untamed and tameless and unreconciled.
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