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Great forests, you alarm me like a mighty fane; / Like organ-tones you roar, and in our hearts of stone, / Where ancient sobs vibrate, O halls of endless pain! / The answering echoes of your "De Profundis" moan.
I hate thee, Ocean! hate thy tumults and thy throbs, / My spirit finds them in himself. This bitter glee / Of vanquished mortals, full of insults and of sobs, / I hear it in the mighteous laughter of the sea.