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HYMN TO OCEAN. |
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HYMN TO OCEAN.
O cradle, whence the suns ascend, old Ocean divine;
O grave, whereto the suns descend, old Ocean divine:
O grave, whereto the suns descend, old Ocean divine:
O spreading in the calm of night thy mirror, wherein
The moon her countenance doth bend, old Ocean divine.
The moon her countenance doth bend, old Ocean divine.
O thou that dost in midnights still thy chorus of waves
With dances of the planets blend, old Ocean divine:
With dances of the planets blend, old Ocean divine:
The morning and the evening blooms are roses of thine,
Two roses that for thine are kenned, old Ocean divine.
Two roses that for thine are kenned, old Ocean divine.
O Amphitrite's panting breast, whose breathing doth make
The waves to fall and to ascend, old Ocean divine:
The waves to fall and to ascend, old Ocean divine:
O womb of Aphrodite, bear thy beautiful child,
Abroad thy glory to commend, old Ocean divine.
Abroad thy glory to commend, old Ocean divine.
Oh sprinkle thou with pearly dew earth's garland of spring,
For only thou hast pearls to spend, old Ocean divine.
For only thou hast pearls to spend, old Ocean divine.
All Naiads that from thee had sprung, commanded by thee,
Back to thy Nereid-dances tend, old Ocean divine.
Back to thy Nereid-dances tend, old Ocean divine.
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What ships of thought sail forth on thee! Atlantis doth sleep
In silence at thine utmost end, old Ocean divine.
In silence at thine utmost end, old Ocean divine.
The goblets of the gods, from high Olympus that fall,
Thou dost on coral boughs suspend, old Ocean divine.
Thou dost on coral boughs suspend, old Ocean divine.
A diver in the sea of love my song is, that fain
Thy glory would to all commend, old Ocean divine.
Thy glory would to all commend, old Ocean divine.
I like the moon beneath thy waves with yearning would plunge;
Thence might I like the sun ascend, old Ocean divine.
Thence might I like the sun ascend, old Ocean divine.
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