BY THE NORTH SEA.
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His breath on her lips for a space;
Such rapture he wins not without her
In the width of his worldwide race.
Though the forests bow down, and the mountains
Wax dark, and the tribes of them flee,
His delight is more deep in the fountains
And springs of the sea.
12.
There are souls that desire and require,
Be the glories of midnight above him
Or beneath him the daysprings of fire:
