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The sea was breaking at my feet, / And looking out across the tide, / Where placid waves and heaven meet, / I thought me of the Other Side.
For on the beach on which I stood / Were wastes of sands, and wash, and roar, / Low clouds, and gloom, and solitude, / And wrecks, and ruins -- nothing more.
"O, tell me if beyond the sea / A heavenly port there is! " I cried, / And back the echoes laughingly / "There is! there is! " replied.