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Like the tenth wave, that offers to the shore / Accumulated opulence and force, / So does my heart, which thought it loved of yore, / Carry increasing passion down the course / Of time to proffer thee. / Oh! not the faint / First ripple of the sea should be its pride, / But the great climax of its unrestraint, / Which culminates in one commanding tide.
The lesser billows of each crude emotion / Break on life's strand, recede, and then unite / With love's large sea; and to some late devotion / Unrecognised, they bring their lost delight. / So all the vanished fancies of my past / Live yet in this one passion, grand and vast.