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I. THE SEASONLESS OCEAN.
Earth has its seasons, lo! the forests burnTo winter ash, or flutter into green;
But thou, with heart unchangeable, hast seen
No fresh-born colour with the spring return.
Thy snows are strewn with strangest unconcern
On August waves, thy moving fields are green
In cold mid-winter: centuries intervene,
Stars set, but none thy long year's changes learn.
Across the unimpressionable plains
Of water seasonless, the seasons move;
Though that proud equatorial flame, the sun
Stoops still to send new summer through thy veins
Not ever yet thy ocean face was won
To tell which way the glancing swallows rove.
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