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hymn to the sea.
Caspian and Euxine, and the blue
Of that famed gulf in earth's broad girdle set,
With endless voice of waves calling to shores long dumb.
Of that famed gulf in earth's broad girdle set,
With endless voice of waves calling to shores long dumb.
With all her loveliness earth leaves me sad,
And sadder for her loveliness. My hills
Are sacred chalices which eve o'erfills
With vintage for young gods; and deeply glad
In the sweet clasp of vernal boughs, the air
At night-fall swoons;—but hauntings unexplained
Steal in; earth looks half wild and lone,
And from her eyes I veil my own,
And lay my heart to hers—the unattained,
Youth's aching world of incompleteness throbbing there,
And sadder for her loveliness. My hills
Are sacred chalices which eve o'erfills
With vintage for young gods; and deeply glad
In the sweet clasp of vernal boughs, the air
At night-fall swoons;—but hauntings unexplained
Steal in; earth looks half wild and lone,
And from her eyes I veil my own,
And lay my heart to hers—the unattained,
Youth's aching world of incompleteness throbbing there,
But thou, shout on through heaven's soft, circling spheres,
Still promising with that great voice of power
Still promising with that great voice of power
