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| GRAVE 1 of waters gone to rest! | |
| Jewel, dazzling all the main! | |
| Father of the silver crest! | |
| Wandering on the trackless plain, | |
| Sleeping ’mid the wavy roar, | 5 |
| Sailing ’mid the angry storm, | |
| Ploughing ocean’s oozy floor, | |
| Piling to the clouds thy form! | |
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| Wandering monument of rain, | |
| Prison’d by the sullen north! | 10 |
| But to melt thy hated chain, | |
| Is it, that thou comest forth? | |
| Wend thee to the sunny south, | |
| To the glassy summer sea, | |
| And the breathings of her mouth | 15 |
| Shall unchain and gladden thee! | |
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| Roamer in the hidden path, | |
| ’Neath the green and clouded wave! | |
| Trampling, in thy reckless wrath, | |
| On the lost, but cherish’d brave; | 20 |
| Parting love’s death-link’d embrace— | |
| Crushing beauty’s skeleton— | |
| Tell us what the hidden race | |
| With our mourned lost have done! | |
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| Floating Sleep! who in the sun | 25 |
| Art an icy coronal; | |
| And, beneath the viewless dun, | |
| Throw’st o’er barks a wavy pall; | |
| Shining Death upon the sea! | |
| Wend thee to the southern main; | 30 |
| Bend to God thy melting knee, | |
| Mingle with the wave again! | |
