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THE ROCK
Slow sloping to its point pyramidal,
A brown rock rises from the ocean waste;
Seaward, great billows there incessant haste
And to their shoreward brethren flash and call.
I see the vast horizon rise and fall,
As when my blood with many raptures raced;
And on that pointed rock, by heaven embraced,
I see a maiden lifted over all.
A brown rock rises from the ocean waste;
Seaward, great billows there incessant haste
And to their shoreward brethren flash and call.
I see the vast horizon rise and fall,
As when my blood with many raptures raced;
And on that pointed rock, by heaven embraced,
I see a maiden lifted over all.
As shines the rose above inferior flowers,
So sprang her beauty up, supreme to be;
As comes the rainbow on departing showers,
So bloomed and faded that fair memory;
So stood she "on the top of happy hours,"
And drank the sunrise glory of the sea.
So sprang her beauty up, supreme to be;
As comes the rainbow on departing showers,
So bloomed and faded that fair memory;
So stood she "on the top of happy hours,"
And drank the sunrise glory of the sea.
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