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I saw the long line of the vacant shore, / The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, / And the brown rocks left bare on every hand, / As if the ebbing tide would flow no more. / Then heard I, more distinctly than before, / The ocean breathe and its great breast expand, / And hurrying came on the defenceless land / The insurgent waters with tumultuous roar. / All thought and feeling and desire, I said, / Love, laughter, and the exultant joy of song / Have ebbed from me forever! Suddenly o'er me / They swept again from their deep ocean bed, / And in a tumult of delight, and strong / As youth, and beautiful as youth, upbore me.