Splashing the seas about -
With never a thought of the dreamless dead
Under the sea-weed canopied.
And he said, "O terrible seas
That bellow and beat the land,
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Be ye at strife or at peace,
O seas, ye are in His hand."
The spray-song and wind-song rang thro' his ears,
Not the hollow moan of a woman's tears!
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