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THE SEA.
It was not much I ask'd of thee,
O Sea!
Only to let me see thee as thou art,
And gather in as jewels to my heart
The fulness of thy beauty and thy power:
Couldst thou not grant it for one little hour?
O Sea!
Only to let me see thee as thou art,
And gather in as jewels to my heart
The fulness of thy beauty and thy power:
Couldst thou not grant it for one little hour?
Thou art too grand and catholic,
Too quick
With delicate life and tender influence rare,
For our rude partial souls to reach and share:
We are like eyeballs nurtured in deep night,
That shrink and quiver, drown'd in sudden light.
Too quick
With delicate life and tender influence rare,
For our rude partial souls to reach and share:
We are like eyeballs nurtured in deep night,
That shrink and quiver, drown'd in sudden light.
So half the beauties of our earth
The dearth
Of timely grasp within us doth allow
To pass unseen; or they with cruel brow,
When our strain'd eyes are toward them in deep love,
Frown us away, and far out of our ken remove.
The dearth
Of timely grasp within us doth allow
To pass unseen; or they with cruel brow,
When our strain'd eyes are toward them in deep love,
Frown us away, and far out of our ken remove.
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