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��BY THE NORTH SEA
Death and Sorrow and Sleep : Here where the slow waves creep,
This is the chant I hear, The chant of the measureless deep.
\Miat was Sorrow to me Then, when the young life free
Thirsted for joys of earth. Far from the desolate sea ?
\Miat was Sleep but a rest, Giving to youth the best
Dreams from the ivory gate. Visions of God manifest ?
^^^lat was death but a tale Told to faces grown pale.
Worn or wasted with years — A meaningless thing to the hale ?
Death and Sorrow and Sleep : Now their sad message I keep.
Tossed on the wet wind's breath, The chant of the measureless deep.
— W. L. Courtney.
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