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AFTER STORM
WIND and wave are sleeping now,
Leaps no more the lashing surge,
And the lighthouse on the brow
Glimmers to the distant verge.
Still below, vague and low,
Croons the sea her solemn dirge.
Leaps no more the lashing surge,
And the lighthouse on the brow
Glimmers to the distant verge.
Still below, vague and low,
Croons the sea her solemn dirge.
Sail and seagull all are flown,
Safe in haven or cleft they lie;
And the stately moon alone
Moves along the stainless sky.
Still for aye, night and day,
The sea-voices moan and sigh.
Safe in haven or cleft they lie;
And the stately moon alone
Moves along the stainless sky.
Still for aye, night and day,
The sea-voices moan and sigh.
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