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For who upon the deep, deep sea,
Ere dwelt and saw its great breast heaving,
But by a kindred sympathy
Felt his own heart its trammels leaving?
The wide and wild, the strange and grand,
Commingle with his inmost spirit;
He feels a riddance from the land—
A boundlessness he may inherit.
Good night, thou happy ancient man!
Farewell, thou mariner so jolly!
I pledge thee in this social can,
Thou antipode of melancholy!
