I hear the surge break on the shore,
Shower'd diamond in the sun, with sound
That wraps my musing brain around
In some sweet robe of blessing hitherto unfound, -
A kindlier rest than ever known before.
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And if I might for ever wait
In dreams of peace by thee,
I should be blest beyond all fate
To gainsay it, O sea!
And calm as yonder passing sail
That dips below the sightless pale
Of thy gray waters, life would pass
To broader levels, that the glass
Of thought could never bound to longing soul. . . Alas!
That life's dear dream's fulfilment so should fail!