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And so, when, through unmeasured days,
  The far effulgence of the sea
Is holding me in long amaze,
  And stealing with strange ecstasy
  My heart all opened silently;—
There reach me, from among the sprays,
Ineffable faint words that sing
  Within me,—how, for me alone,
One who is lover—who is King,
  Hath dropt, as 'twere a precious stone,
  That sea—a symbol of his throne.

And now, indeed, some precious time
  It hath,—all inexpressible!
All rapture!—yea, through many a rhyme
  Of wordless speech made fairly well,
  And beauteous worlds' whole visible
Unbosomings of love sublime—
It hath some blessèd while become
  Familiar, how all things take part
For him to whose love I am come,
And in their ways—not weak nor dumb—
  Are ever calling on my heart.